We all like Gold from Dust
Born of clay
Searching earnestly were to belong
In the hand of our maker
We blossom πΈ shine and come alive like a lava from a cocoon
Born into families
Born into ethnic
Our tribe a pride to reckon with
We dwell together with forest creatures
Domestic and wild
Pet and prey
One earth π one maker
In the deepest root of every tribe
Is the Peculiarity of the People
Ocean rise
River border
Road splitted
Over the bridge are significant language
Color Food and culture
Tribe an emblem of identity
Tribe a place you can't choose
We converse we touch
We are one
Tribe dance like flame π₯
Transcending history lane
Tribe a sense of belonging
Shared interest
Sweet communication
The secret of collective thoughts π
No doubt the tribe the pride of the people
Tribe and Folk
Land and Boundary
The bow and arrow
The native and their tradition the music the dance to lite up the brotherly spirit and connect to the rhythm
Delicacies for strength πͺ
Tribe a priceless tag
Our tribe a shield π‘ of culture and tradition
Arts and status
Attire and drama
From my grandmother's dairy dashing in and out of her tribal escapades
How fare we are in modern revolution and search for diamonds πΉ
Cascading in away land
Flanked by fleeting shades
On Mother land hear the reminiscent voice deep down π your black π€ or white Soul
You have the loveliest Tribe
But my Tribe is Mine
Tribe a place you can't Choose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good job Solomon