There talks the star drum

with sparkling beats,

with startling dreams

from the odd percussion of destiny

Prophecying of great people,

men of eminence,

women of gold,

once a boy who could

make a soccer ball float in fantasy,

once a girl that twitched

a strict javelin into amazement

There talks the star drum,

hit with the hands of focus,

determination and confidence,

the beats are sparkling,

there talks the star drum,

signs of the awesome gifts within.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful