Embracing the Right to Grow
The human race, a tapestry of lands, each thread born from ancient hands. From every land, each tribe and face, we carry roots time can't erase.
Subcultures bloom from ancient ground, with rhythm, spice, and sacred sound. Each gifted hand, each voice and art, fashions a legacy etched in hearts.
From deserts wide to oceans deep, our ancestors’ wisdom still does speak. That deep-rooted wisdom shapes the youth. Those ancient teachings whisper truth. They left us songs, they left us flames, to light the path and shape our name.
We gather now, a vibrant thread, woven strong where dreams are spread. We come together, hands unclenched, distributing light where shadows drenched. Embracing difference, not with fear, but with a grace that draws us near.
Each strength we share, each weakness graced, communities healed, society raised. Together rising, side by side, with open hearts and arms stretched wide. We build, we share, we rise, we teach. No soul too distant, nor out of reach. In unity, our spirits fly, a brighter day beneath one sky.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
