As a call to war or celebration there was the drum it would echo off mountains or down again or sweep the valley without end, then people would descend and all sorts of commotion would begin. Either in combat, praise, dance, or celebration, it was all ushered in when the rhythmic pound of the drum would begin.
You see, inn essence when a drum was in presents things became unprecedented. This was no longer a war or mere event, not just a moment in time spent. It became alive. And its heartbeat would thrive as long as the steady sound of the drum was pound. Reverberating so, that it quaked the ground, reaching to others for miles around. The pound, this pound, that sound, that could strike joy or fear in hearts so that they pound almost as loud as the drums sound.
So, now I call upon the power of the drum. And no, not as a call to war or celebration, but as a tool of unification, so its heartbeat sustains another generation.