THEY FORGOT OUR SONG, AGAIN.

The drum beats echo in the quiet night,

One beat, a pause, a sudden louder beat,

A rising crescendo that reeks of fear,

 The villagers stare at the well oiled dancers,

Dizzied by their reminiscent encircling of a fierce fire,

The dance not enough to lift their hearts,

The fire not warm enough in this cold night,

The crackling firewood now glows a soft red light,

One beat, a pause, a fainter last beat,

The crowd disperses reluctantly with low murmurs,

I overhear an old man’s weak mumble,

“They forgot to play our song,again”