Burning drums

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Burning police cars.

Protest gone bad.

Protest gone media?

 

Elders drumming.

God’s favorite sound.

Beating hearts no race.

 

Snipers. Tasers. Tear gas.

Burning drums for oil.

People in the way again.

 

Too many hurting people.

Lost in the crowd, bleeding.

Where can we find a voice?

 

If we don’t hear the hearts.

We don’t hear the beat.

Then our drums are silent.

 

Burning drums. Burnt.

Stopped hearts. Done.

And what are you going to do?

 

For dVerse. A loose tribute to Beat Poets, and expressing some feelings about the events in New Brunswick today. And thinking about all the heart break that doesn’t make the news. 

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18 Comments

  1. brian miller said,

    October 18, 2013 at 12:36 am

    If we don’t hear the hearts.
    We don’t hear the beat.
    Then our drums are silent.

    wow just read the news report after seeing your comment…ugh…the above stanza really brought it home for me…the heart behind it is what matters and what should drive the drums…it can def get nasty though….

    • shanyns said,

      October 18, 2013 at 1:19 am

      it can…the photo is from a walk that some people did from northern Saskatchewan to Ottawa in the spring. We walked with them for about 10 miles and made some life long friends. Our son drummed as he walked. It was a powerful thing to see people willing to walk for months and so many miles (kms).

      Glad you liked the poem. 🙂

  2. October 18, 2013 at 12:49 am

    Love this…there is a subtle beat drumming underground…we need to hear it…great beat poem!

  3. Mary said,

    October 18, 2013 at 1:46 am

    Ah, the idea of looking for a voice resonates with me. We all want to find a voice, don’t we?

  4. October 18, 2013 at 3:35 am

    This is beautiful, we must stand together to be heard.

  5. claudia said,

    October 18, 2013 at 3:37 am

    it’s a good thing to go out on the street and do something to be heard if things go wrong… it’s sad when it gets really violent though..

    • shanyns said,

      October 23, 2013 at 5:57 pm

      It is sad when it gets violent for sure, makes it hard to understand who is on what side sometimes!

  6. hypercryptical said,

    October 18, 2013 at 12:52 pm

    Just googled to find out more. There are protests here (UK) re shale gas exploration. I do worry about this myself and the damage that will be done. Regrettably ‘little people’ have little power bar that of protest. And although we might be heard – we are easily dismissed…
    Anna :o]

    • shanyns said,

      October 23, 2013 at 5:59 pm

      It is true, but we can be heard, we just need a unified voice sometimes that is louder! I worry about fracking – our water is too precious to not be careful of it!

  7. October 18, 2013 at 5:55 pm

    Freedom is gained not only by warring against external enemies but even more by holding firm against the enemies and evil agents within. Great protest poem – right in the spirit of the Beats!

    • shanyns said,

      October 23, 2013 at 5:59 pm

      Exactly! Thank you so much, and I’m glad it it with the Beat poetry. 🙂

  8. October 18, 2013 at 6:12 pm

    This beats with both heart an anger… great write… Had to google the protests.. an going to far is soon the only way to geti into the news.

  9. Akila said,

    October 23, 2013 at 5:05 am

    a lovely beat! angry, stern, upset…loud!


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