are just one voice aflame
that my kindred spirits kept in me.
It is my culture, I will take from it
the good and leave the bad
to keep the flame burning
on the path to all that is.
This is the voice of my kindred spirits
that I will speak today and tomorrow
for the generations to listen to,
for them to grow like the healthy plants
beside the river that always flow.
Flowing through its own way
‘Til it finally finds the others for its glory.
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