SCARS OF TRIBALISM

Look how fractured a people we are The strong bond we once shared Is no longer anywhere to be found Except in the torment where we are bound. We let an unknown concept The babble of the tongue The marks on one's cheek Divide us, leaving our lives to reek. Here we are still struggling To stitch the patches on our lives For a senseless war of tribes Our kinsmen left to rot and die. Have you ever wondered That we are brothers born from the same earth? Why should we be torn apart by birth With tribal lines drawn in our blood so deep? Once, we stood side by side In unity, strength, and pride Now, scared of our brothers' shadows A bee hive on our every elbows. Can we find a way to mend To heal the scars and make amends? To see each other with kinder eyes And let the spirit of unity rise. For in the end, we share one land One future, one guiding hand Together we can break the chains And wash away these tribal stains.