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?