In the rhythm of ancient drums,
Echoes of a resilient past,
Where stories of strength and courage bloom,
Amidst shadows that forever last.

Through chains and whispers of the night,
Dreams of freedom softly tread,
Guided by stars, a hopeful light,
In paths where many heroes bled.

Voices rise in songs of old,
Harmonies of love and pain,
Legacies written in hearts bold,
In unity, we break the chain.

From the roots of history’s tree,
Branches of pride and hope ascend,
A tapestry of dignity,
Woven stories that never end.