The News

I hear the sound of drums.
Telegraphing.
All in one rhythmic sound.
Together, we danced in cacophony.

This sound of drums is unusual.
The drum that suppose to give us joy.
Is the beginning of our sorrows.

The drums that made girls danced.
Naked.
Their breast swagging.
Right to left.
The remembrance of my youthful age.

My Parents told me this story.
The story; I never witnessed .
But i have to live to witness it's kind.
The story of a live experience.

This dancing naked girls.
Made my head to trigger.
I would have loved to touch.
Their fresh succulent breast.
The fresh breast; from thy mother's milk.

They have seduced me to the last.
My memory is no longer clear.
I want them to sexed me to death.
If only, they have their way.

They have sexed many to death.
Many are willing to be sexed to death.
It is not their own will.
But the emotion and distrubances of their heart.

Father.....! Father.....! Father....!
Forgive them, even me.
For we do not know.
What we are doing.

Make our heart; Oh...! God.
To understand the message.
You are passing to us.
For these girls have killed us.
And yet we still follow them blindly.

Make us to understand.
The message of the constituted Authority.
That,we may live long,after this.

Amen....! Amen.....!
I believe in you, oh...! Lord.
For i do not blame the drum beaters.
They mock and laugh at us.
As death keep toiling the roll.