Where are we going?
Amdist bountiful yet we are wishing.
Down the gallop we sink,
Yet we fail to see.
On the firm ground we slide,
Even at our door mouth we walk for mile,
To acquire that which is ours,
To the extend we toil in tears.
I’m left with no other question than to ask where are we going?
To the promise land we say here we go,
To have all in galore.
But after thousand years we are still walking,
With sore on our knees still praying.
We keep asking when will the good days come?
We are left with no choice but stare at our doom.
Does good days come just on lip?
When a single promise we can’t keep.
I am left with no option but to ask where are we going?
Everyone aims for good,
Yet sacrifices we are not ready to offer,
Everyone thinks wealth lies in gold,
A stone we all craft after,
Other resources we ignore,
Never thinking about when the stone is gone.
Do we expect good days single minded?
Will our prayers be answer while our heart is tilted?
I am left with no other question but to ask where are we going?
We sing arise O’ compatriots,
To who we call when I see hatred.
Direct our noble course,
To who we appeal when from our lips comes out false.
To serve our father’s land,
How do we serve when greed has clothed our hand?
We conclude so help us God,
How do God interven when we all craft after gold?
I am left with no choice but to ask where are we going?
How I wish our word matches our action,
Within a think we could build that mansion.
The path to the longing land would be shorter,
We would no longer be just dreamers.
Haven’t heard that its flow with milk and honey,
No doubt it will be cozy.
Oh! What a would be funfill,
Because the desire of all will be fullfill.
And I will no longer ask the question where are we going?
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Written by Daniel King, Creative Writer, Core Magazine Africa
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