In the heartbeats of ancient drums, we find our name,
Threads of culture weaving stories, never the same.
From the whispers of ancestors, our paths unfold,
A mosaic of spirits, both young and old.

Beneath the skies where traditions gently sway,
In dances of heritage, we find our way.
Each step a testament to battles fought and won,
A journey of identity, under the sun.

Through languages that echo in vibrant hues,
In the songs of our people, our truths we muse.
A symphony of voices, diverse and grand,
Our heritage, a legacy that forever stands.

As we walk through the corridors of time,
Carrying the essence of our cultural rhyme.
We honor the past, yet look to the new,
Embracing our identity, in all that we do.