Tribe Poem by Solomon Sunday

We all like Gold from Dust
Born of clay
Searching earnestly were to belong
In the hand of our maker
We blossom 🌸 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 🌍 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 🔥
Transcending history lane
Tribe a sense of belonging
Shared interest
Sweet communication
The secret of collective thoughts 💭
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 💪
Tribe a priceless tag

Our tribe a shield 🛡 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 🔹
Cascading in away land
Flanked by fleeting shades
On Mother land hear the reminiscent voice deep down 👇 your black 🖤 or white Soul

You have the loveliest Tribe
But my Tribe is Mine

Tribe a place you can't Choose