• History beats on like drum.
    When calm, it is a rough thrum, thrum, thrum
    You either learn the beats and the tune
    Or the beat will repeat, all too soon
    Hark! A chorus joins the drum, singing a tale
    Of times in the past when humanity has failed
    The beat is rough now -- all to known
    It beats the time of evil deeds sown
    Slaves of Egypt cry out into the din
    Joining the harmony of American's sin
    Auschwitz howls out to the crowd,
    Their voices are meek, and their backs are bowed.
    Through the cries of suffering the beat remains
    A chaotic thrum of suffering stays the same
    Darfur now, joins and mourns their dead
    While the world snuggles tightly in their beds
    The thrums of the drum are chaotic yet today
    Beats are harsh, beating, beating, beating gay
    Man has to learn to slow the drum.
    Stop it! shift it to a normal thrum!
    Chaotic beats are the refrain,
    History is stuck, and all too stained.