Outside I hear drumming More than an hour Of pulsing swells Over and over and over There is something primitive and deep In the soul of a beat The drums of change The drums of revolution Revolution never comes It never will And the drummers will stop Before the day ends
Outside I hear drumming Folks gather Mostly Black folks One White In Malcolm X Park Meridian Hill Park Drum together Some Latinos It is an overcast day Has been overcast for days In Washington, DC Columbia Heights The last thing we need is revolution
Outside I hear drumming I could use a nap But we're having a worship service soon In the building where I work I'm working this weekend Pray and Act to Put the Nation's Poor on the National Agenda Our office is across the street from the park, Malcolm X Park Waiting for a revolution
Still drumming