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To win the race, we need to be integrated 
For we can’t go far, when we are separated 
But my brothers find it hard to understand 
That we should lend falling brothers a hand 
Instead with the destructive religious arrow 
We love to see brothers ridden with sorrow 
And we can’t keep the deviated tribal axe 
Without using it to get a brother hacked 
 
Oh, which way my people?
 
Let’s give pause for thought, a moment 
Are we under a mysterious spell? 
My dear leading people in government 
Why must we ignite our own hell? 
We are much in abundant resources 
Yet we are desperately in wants 
Daily we work hard like the horses 
But still we feed less than the ants 
 
Oh, which way my people?
 
I wonder what will be of our tomorrow 
What of the needs of the young and innocent? 
Why don’t we allow our children to grow? 
Why make things for them so inconvenient? 
Now look at that worldly-blind child 
Tripping on rocks for he has no guide 
Those who are suppose to lead the way 
Are in political feast, frolicking all day 
 
Oh which way my people?
 
Here and now is the moment of truth 
Nobody cares about the rights of the youth 
Who is there to help the mighty again to rise? 
Greed has made our elders no more the wise 
Will I ever find the teachings I seek from the old? 
Since all are out in search of silver and gold 
But why do they search for a temporal desire? 
When their most precious is lost in a heavy fire 
 
Oh which way my people?

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