By MAYA GREEN
The drums of war are surely beating
Some ostentatiously, some just softly
There’s no hiding, their ominous meaning
Whether beaten in anger, or only just gently deceptively
The drums of war are surely beating
The hour is fast approaching, very certainly
From bad to worse, will be the certain swing
A return to the norm, no longer a surety
The drums of war are surely beating
Soon rivers of tears, will quickly follow
As anger gets out of hand, and is in full swing
Madness and gore, will be on a full show
Where has hope and temperance gone?
Having fled into hiding, from the hurricane
When has humanity’s light last shone?
Lost, lost in the darkness, of a heart so profane
What is the ending, of this foolish game?
A school yard brawl gone badly wrong
Adults behaving, with no sense of shame
Their lies and half-truths, just too strong
The drums of war should remain silent
Not beating up the blood, to a boiling point
Let common sense become prevalent
Abhorring war, and to make a point
Dateline:
11.34 PM
March 5, 2022
Tanjung Batu
Bintulu, Sarawak
