The Mystic Drums

Woven to the rhythm of many a song

By the mystic, drum beats in the gong.

The percussion cadence grow strong,

Pulsating throbs move the eager throng.

We swear by the Sogo and Kidi,

To chaperon the hallowed Gankogui.

Cry out to the motions of freedom.

And togetherness in the fiefdom.

In a moment, we are possessed,

And held captive to a primal digress

The message flow in loud and bold.

It brings the untamed truths ever told.

Furl your wings and hold them in a clutch.

Dive into the crowd to go double Dutch.

Bare hands clap to the beat of the captor.

Dance for me, you grit-dwelling raptor.