The Value

The tree has fallen The domestic choose the ways of the wild Rules are broken Things fall apart The virgin have lost her virginity Where is our aged father? They have follow the old whether Who shall immortalise this? Its loosing its value The infant are blind Who shall open their eye? The old value I desire to drink its water But the fallen rain polluted it Let dance to the beat of the gong But our feet are fixed to the rhythm of another drum We can not see the value Come!he becone at us The infant are weak They have lost the skill The old are mute Their voice crack Who shall exhume the value From the grave the grave of our aged father? The value,still fresh in the memory of the old But the infant are blank of it Let the domestic restrain the wild Let the ancestors be called upon But can the value stand?