Desert Drum

Beat the drum,
great grandsons of Chief Seattle,
let your ancestors mourn
fresh victims of the great grandsons
of cowboys, of slaves, of field hands.
Let your lament envelop them
like a mother’s blanket,
let it be a lullaby
of rage for lives that became twisted.
Beat the drum,
greatgrandaughters of warriors and wisewomen,
let your voice shriek out
a cry of denunciation,
let it sting like dysinfectant,
let it destroy the germs of domination.

(Pina Piccolo 1991)

Simone Venturini


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