Translate My Tribe Poem by Daniel Ukwe

Translate my tribe,
Our language unknown,
Our customs unique,
Our history untold.

Our roots run deep,
In the earth we tread,
Our traditions bind us,
To the spirits of the dead.

Our songs hold power,
To heal and to teach,
Our dances speak volumes,
Without ever a speech.

Our land is our mother,
Our sky our father,
Our connection to nature,
Cannot be severed.

Translate my tribe,
So that you may see,
The beauty in difference,
And the value in diversity.

Ukwe AD