LPASS - ZOKRA

ZOKRA feet were jumping rhythmically With noisy loud music playing through my head Causing my Body to move and my veins to turn red When you hear it you can feel the sound of drums Men and women dancing , screaming at the top of their lungs. The moment those instruments catch you through a maze of rhythm to complete nothingness you go and everything disappears, Happiness, sadness, fear control. all what's left is chaos spreading it's scents through the rhythms you hear the warrior's rythmes i call it When you hear it you smell blood you feel cactus , you taste sand When you hear it you remember fire and incense burning hand in hand Big mountains with snakes and diamonds underneath When you hear it only beautiful fumes you'll breathe You remember magical stories the spider the bird and who they saved You remember the ocean splitting after a single wave I remember the wooden stick fighting the venomous snake I can remember thousand meals, memories and fresh Blue lakes Hmmmm the more i remember the more in love again i fall There's beauty in that Berber Arabic spirit we call home You'll know a lot once you feel it, hate it, love it and roughly live with it.