Within the tribe, the heart speaks truth,
Their deep longings yearn for a vision of proof.
Their hearts, like drums, beat with zeal,
Pictures of victory, the truth they reveal.
In the distance, they see a dream,
Of peace and harmony, as bright as a beam.
With hearts full of passion and fire,
They strive for a future, ever higher.
Let the tribe’s voice echo through the land,
And fulfill their dreams as they’d planned.
Though the tribe had started with a vision so pure,
Their path, like a maze, has become obscure.
Vicious people, in malice, have wrought,
Spreading misty shades, their plots have been fraught.
All roads are blocked, detour brings confusion,
Strife, pain, torture, a vicious delusion.
A vicious cycle, in which the tribe struggles,
Losing sight of its vision, while enemies cuddle.
Distraction, deception, they all haunt the tribe,
But with courage and hope, they’ll turn the tide.
O tribe, arise, stand tall and upright,
For the fight for change, you have the might.
Though you may be bowed down, your soul undeterred,
Your spirit, like a flame, cannot be deterred.
You may be tired, weary, your journey rough,
But know that your resolve is strong enough.
Arise, O tribe, with heart and soul,
For the change you seek, be bold and extol.
Let your voice be heard, your message clear,
For the future of us all, we must persevere.
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