They sit around the fire
in the night skies their faces glow
some stand defiant
other sit tight with lips closed

The tribe now moves
nomadic and glorious
they **** on the fire
and then move on

The last of birth
the holy ones
yet fight within
as all mankind do

For they are Tribe
a wonderful error
a wonderful fact
a fact of living

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris