Long ago, the beaten drum
poured forth the messages well sought
Long ago, the frenzy hung
strong in the air to right the wrongs

And long ago, the fear was born
and drummed into the children taught
And long ago, the seeds were sewn
to silence meaning in the songs

Even today, the drum is heard
but only hollow echos ring
Even today, new songs are sung
to shine a light on things amiss

But still today vile ridicule
employed to hide the ugly thing
But still today, diversions lead
us closer to this dark abyss