You kept awake the embers of our clan
You were the breath that measured
the heart of our ethnic fire
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When leopards hunt
in the shadows of time,
my forefathers walked the dark with their spotted coats of courage,
their eyes like gleaming stars in a midnight forest,
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In the hush of first dew, where whisdpers weave,
Ants tread softly on a tapestry of leaves.
Each carrying grains from the earth's deep chest,
Preserving their paths in a dance manifest.
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