International Day of the World’s Indigenous People’s

International Day of the World’s Indigenous People’s

In a land of ancient customs and traditions,
Where life beats to a rhythm, untamed and bold,
I stand tall, a child of tribal embrace,
Rooted in heritage, bound by ancestral grace.

Our spirits dance in rhythm with the beating drum,
As we gather ’round the fire, where stories are spun,
We paint our bodies in hues of vibrant pride,
Embracing the legacy of our tribal guide.

From the sacred chants that echo through the night,
To the sacred grounds where warriors unite,
We find solace in the land our forefathers tread,
Honor their footsteps, the path they once led.

The whispering wind, the trees that softly sway,
Sing of our connection, as we navigate our way,
Through valleys dark and mountains tall,
We find strength in our tribe, never to fall.

In the tales passed down from generations past,
Our heritage and ancestors forever last,
We honor the spirits, the guardians of our land,
As we walk hand in hand, like an eternal band.

For we are the keepers of tradition and lore,
The guardians of knowledge, forevermore,
We wear the colors of our tribe, proud and strong,
Embracing the ancient rights to which we belong.

With respect for nature, we live in harmony,
Protecting our home, as guardians of the free,
For in our blood, the connection runs deep,
A tribal bond, forever ours to keep.

So let us carry forward, the flame that has ignited,
Within our spirits, the lessons we have learned,
For as a tribal soul, I am forever blessed,
To be part of a family, united in tribes’ crests.

~Ankita Benedicta Minz~