I am as a poetic Drum Major—
Rhythmically guiding the inspired
Word—
Slicing away woes like a shape razor;
May the beat of my marching sounds be
Heard:-
Life’s journey must be a celebratory
Parade—
Drumbeating liberation can no longer be
In a float’s shade:-
Come—marching band—foot-step the word
With me;
Let’s show our crowd we are word-marching
Ourstory!