We are warned by the fixed pulse of the din Booming above the famished howl of the wind.
Our wounds seem to crest with each new sun The bridled sting of truth too great to mount.
Our toppling has begun, Our marriage with war, Our alliance With oil-drumming terror.
With a rat-a-tat-tat Boom, boom, tum! Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat! Boom that drum!
The leaf wafts to this; our solemn ground; The tree might know its time’s come `round Yet sees, hears not our noisy murder, Bleeds sap, cries not for our failure.
We are warned by the fixed pulse of our war Booming aloft the famished howl of blunder In our oil-drumming terror
With a rat-a-tat-tat! Boom, boom, tum! Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat! Boom that drum!
We are warned by the fixed pulse of the din
Booming above the famished howl of the wind.
The bridled sting of truth too great to mount.
Our toppling has begun,Our marriage with war,
Our alliance
With oil-drumming terror.
With a rat-a-tat-tatBoom, boom, tum!
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!
Boom that drum!
The leaf wafts to this; our solemn ground;The tree might know its time’s come `round
Yet sees, hears not our noisy murder,
Bleeds sap, cries not for our failure.
We are warned by the fixed pulse of our warBooming aloft the famished howl of blunder
In our oil-drumming terror
With a rat-a-tat-tat!Boom, boom, tum!
Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat!
Boom that drum!
Copyright 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
Again thank Ashraf for the link!