The Drummer Boy Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

He picked up the stick,
And beat the still drum.
Anxiously he did it beat.
Which made the drum shrump.
His zeal grew yonder,
As to beat he did hunger.
Then in switch of time,
Like the flips of psalms.
The mood of the drum change,
And to the drummer it did range.
The still drum became aggressive,
And rose to obstruct his progressives.
Bewitched by the flavour,
The drummer was not aware of the clamour.
Held still he, the stick,
And did the ferocious drum prick.
I watching from afar,
Fastened to play my part.
But when the drum remained indifferent,
Picked i my way to the adjascent.
But my leg was denied,
As their product held it tight.
To fight for my freedom is not a task,
But a game play'd with style.
C.2017