Oh Which Way My People?
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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