Drum of Truth

(A satirical cry and criticisms on man and society)

My fingers are always on the drum

To beat and produce sounds of truth

And carry my will like a messenger bird

To all the ears that hear


When I fight for my freedom

I achieve unbreakable silence,

When I fight for my infringed rights

I’ve chosen to graze on gold mine,

I can hear the echo of silence stings

When the drum of truth bangs and bites


I know the sound of gun when it goes off

And the wits of pen when it writes,

If I can see the hand of corruption

And yet fail to cut it off

Have I not failed my conscience?

If I’ve allowed the footprints of injustice

To continue on the sands of time

Have I not hurt the history’s timeline?


Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry Chukwuma (c) Feb 2021. All Rights Reserved

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