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Drums Across the Volta 2 by Dennis

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Drums Across the Volta 2

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Beat the drum and let it say— We dance our history today!
On the east where the red sun rises, Beyond the walls of the city,
Beyond the walls of ancient fear, Our mothers walked with quiet wisdom,
Our fathers’s drums rang clear.
From Nazi’s shadow memory, Where change once tried to bind,
We broke away to taste the free, With destiny in mind.
Oh, the road was long, But our spirits were strong,
Every step a burning flame.
We crossed the waters, we crossed the flame, To build our home and speak our name.
In the heart of Ghana we stand, With rhythm rising from the land.
Beat the drum and let it say— We dance our history today!
By the Volta’s shining river, Through Cato’s sand and Hoh’s green zills,
We planted hope that none could sever, With steady hearts and iron wills.
Land united, voices blending, Under elders’s watchful eyes,
Every song a message sending, That our nation would abide.
But peace was tested, drums grew louder, As clouds of war began to form,
The Obama’s call rang prouder, Through dust and thunderstorm,
Warriors stood with shields unbroken, Spilled like lightning in the sky,
For land and honor, words were spoken, We live as free or free we died.
The Obama’s war, fierce and blazing, Was more than battle in the field,
It was a people boldly raising, The truth they never yield.
Through sacrifice and courage burning, Through tears that fed the ground,
The tide of fate was slowly turning, As victory’s rumbled sound.
Oh, the fire we faced could not erase, The strength within our name.
We crossed the waters, we crossed the flames, To war and trial we still remain,
In the heart of Ghana we stand, With freedom forged by our own hand,
Beat the drum and let it say, We dance our history today.
Now she rises, fierce and bright, The mistress of the sacred art,
Her agbaza steps recall the fight, Each movement tells the warrior’s heart,
Her shoulders roll like marching lines, Her feet.
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