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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.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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