News — Insurrection

But when you return, it’s the same old place The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead but don’t leave a trace Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace”[1] “The pounding of the drums” it just rings true. We thought we were so evolved, so civilized, so 21st century. Not only were we walking on two legs, but we were also cooking our food and eating off plates. Man, we were almost there. Then it happened. Somebody rang the bell, or blew the whistle, rattled the cage, sounded the klaxon,...