And our elders died... No, they merely depart
To take some rest with their ancestors, their gods!
Whom they have besought to give us the visionary mind,
The weapons that destroyed enemy's encampments.
The weapons that sent white aliens from our land.
Weapons that made us men, that made us freemen.But...
Alas! We have betrayed our ancestors, betrayed our gods
We have ignored their noble gifts, the gifts of wisdom
And have walked away in the presence of the gods...
We've killed the voices of our elders and live with our own
We have ignored the voice of wisdom, the voice of greatness
And have refused to wake from our somnolent snore.
Our elders died...
We have refused to bury them on the mountain tops
But buried them right below our feet, below the lane
Their wanderings, their toils, their sweats; in oblivion.
We've forgotten them totally -
Those who have departed
Those who have gone after the trails of death
And it is a pity, we never inherit their dreams
The dreams of triumphant victories
The dreams of perfect humanity
The dreams of joyous festivals...
We've betrayed those who watched the roaming eagles
Those who had felt the heavy blows of death
Those who had witnessed their comrades' shame.
And the rays of the morning they had bequeathed and bequest
Have shown upon our shameless gatherings
And the morning they had kept vigil for
Becomes our time to sit and exchange gourds of wine
The costly morning rays have been our leisure time.
As we squander and lavish our ancestors toils, but still joyous!
We prodigals of no sober minds
As we strive to shoe a running horse
To make a silk purse of a sow's ear
Busy chasing the shadow ...
And our real concern, our elders heritage;
Thrown in mess.