09/10/2024
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This is a beatiful poem on
We gather in circles, our stories align,
Bound by the threads of an ancient design.
In the warmth of the fire, our hearts beat as one,
Tribal blood flows where the rivers run.
You are like me, and so I feel safe—
A world of connection in a familiar space.
But outside the circle, the shadows appear,
And what we don’t know is what we fear.
Hands that are different, faces strange,
We build our walls with an anxious range.
The unknown threatens the ties we keep,
Turning peace to war in a hasty leap.
Yet the stars above don’t choose their glow,
They shine on all, whether friend or foe.
If we could see with the sky’s clear eyes,
We’d know that we share the same sunrise.
For tribe is a bond, but so is the land—
A truth too wide to hold in one hand.
Let us expand the circle, break the chains,
So the world can feel more like home again.
— Anonymous
Say NO to tribalism! Call it OUT! Rebuke IT!