Beat those drums my brothers, beat them loud
Speak to the souls in this gathering crowd
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The tenth of September marks the day
The Baymen drove our enemies away
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Some have forgotten our ancient past
Our forefather's blood were slowly cast
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Upon this dear land we call our own
Their long sufferings are well known
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Beat the drums loudly brothers, beat
Awake all those who may be asleep
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Stir the hearts in our youths to leap
Do not let our forefathers blood run cheap
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From the shackles of chains we were freed
Freed from those cruel slave owner's greed
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It was at the price of life and death
Our ancestors fought with their last breath
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So beat those drums proudly my brothers beat!
copyrightŠ2006Irene
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Note:
I am proud that this poem won 2nd. place
in the written catagory of the
Belizean Poets Society Nationwide Poetry Contest
in 2006..
I am featured on the Belize Poets Society website.
www.belizepoetssociety.webs.com/biographiesofpoets
As I reside in the U.S.A. my eldest daughter, Chandra
read the poem for me at the Poetry Contest. Thank you!
