"Nations of Tribes"

 From a statement I heard on TV concerning the status of the world populations.
The term “Tribes and Clans” are meant to mean the same thing and do not reflect 
any particular culture of ethnic population. Beliefs do not always find accurate 
expression when attempt is imade to fit them into what may largely be considered 
a natural world as defined by some individual viewers or some groups
 as they view the world around them.

     

Clans are gath’ring over the hill, 
in sacred rites unite.
Their ancient chants unite self-will, 
they’re ready for the fight.
Each clan has their own point of view, 
by this they are well known,
And each believes their way is true, 
their audience has grown.

The banners of their believing, 
unfurled for all to see
In the sky they are a waving, 
they’re warning you and me.
With their righteous swords of passion, 
their helmet of the truth
And their battle cries’ illusion 
that soon they will let loose.

Each group has its own membership, 
some born and others brought
Drawn willing by the iceberg’s tip, 
or common thread of thought.
Some are the true believer’s sons, 
whatever they believe
And daughters too, their songs have sung, 
tradition’s myth to weave.

For those who have no tribal tie, 
who have no colors bright
Its difficult to know just why, 
their mission seems so right.
The path of doctrine’s tribal quest, 
is to fill the ranks with all,
Who pass their rigid entrance tests, 
and answer dogma’s call.

It has called the tribes to gather, 
o sing their battle songs,
Then before them they will scatter 
all those they think are wrong.
Each clan in deadly contest drawn, 
to wade into the fray,
To right the things they think are wrong, 
blow all the rest away.

The clarion calls now echo, 
the tribes now venture forth,
There may well be no tomorrow, 
there may well be no earth.
For each their quest is sacred, 
no matter what it is.
Their enemies are full of dread, 
or is it just show biz?

Each day the tribal passions’ flames, 
are seen on our TV's
To help us focus on the blame 
and recruit you and me.
So if we choose to join the fray, 
truth’s helmet bear the brunt
We must be sure we start each day, 
with eye holes to the front.

For we are all in tribes assigned, 
though we know not its name
For each with other’s thoughts aligned, 
we join when they’re the same.
The clans are gathered ‘ore the hill, 
they’ve joined in sacred rite
They feel empowered by their will, 
they know that they are right.