Written by: Lee-Ann Mudaly
Dum-taka-tak, off in the distance
Doom! Ominously growing louder,
We hear that sound bellow (within)
the core of reddened African earth
Doom! Thunderous roaring beat
from the depths, Da-dum. Da-dum.
From one to all
Resonating deep within the soul
of a world no longer united.
Life. Breath. Exhale.
A screeching scream stirs the heavens (long gone)
Smoke rising on the horizon, of this forsaken land
out stampedes heavy desperate steps
A run from time of expiration
towards nothing, but the gloomy unknown.
Ba-boom. Gunpowder hangs
in the air like a necklace
of gasoline burning rubber to flesh (a torturous device)
While in the bush and jungle deep
Blackened-body, big-beady soulless eyes
glow wide and keep
trapped as prisoner the once-pure soul
now rabid blood-lusting he creeps
down low in the shadows of night
like a predator on the prowl .
A fearless pace his mind, body and heart do take
His fix of Brown-brown shot straight up
his bravado, the little man now made brave soars high
Da-Dum Da-dum stronger in his new gear
Our little man Rambo from his mold has appeared
King of this new-found jungle of his mind.
The master of arms, braces his automatic tight
Kill-shots taken on all in sight!
The loud, banging, beating, screaming of the drums must be shut down.
Get down! Traitor!
This is my town!’
Ba-Boom! Ba-boom! Guns blazing forth goes young Rambo in his arcade.
Da-doom. Da-doom. Silence
The drums fade out
to their detrimental end
As does the ever-fixed high now a downer bout
A ghastly long-lasting low
Sticky smelting scarlet
Iron tasted he
A prisoner set free
To a hell now brutal reality.
Reach out you try
From your high seat in pride, ignorance and luxury
Dust off the sand embedded in my wounds
Inflicted by you.
The red, the white and the blue
(Red) Blood, not my own?
My neighbours. My friend’s. My mother’s. My brother’s.
(White) Acid tears burn as they roll down
etching lines, symbols and stories
on my face with no meaningful symmetry.
(Blue) Almost black will the skies remain for me
In these darkish pits of hell I’ve condemned my self
I know not if I cry out
For if I do no-one shall hear me.
Reach out you and try to undo,
Oh! the righteous red, white and blue
pick me up and comfort me.
Though it’s too late,
I sift through your fingers like desert sand in an hour glass
Your Time’s up
That moment now passed
Winds blow, for drums no longer roll
Vibrating sound resonate deep from within your soul to another
That is me
I am the sand you let slip
I am the blood you let drip
I am the wound you could not clean
I am but the wind now
I am no more (Dum-taka-tak)
Far off in a distant land
The wind blows through the lively village
Where sweet cow’s milk flows with honey,
Sloshing around in a calabash passed from hand to hand.
From brother to sister (Da-Dum)
From sister to mother (Da-Dum)
The fire of life still roars, the flame still sparks
The drums here beat endlessly
Life. Breath. Inhale. (Da-Dum taka-tak, Dum!)