Looking at this route today

I am thrown off balance

Tears welling up in my eyes

Tears I cannot hold back with ease

 

He said: my son this is the route

Follow this route so you can live

Here and after. Do not die twice

Yet this route has wholly changed

 

It now has many branches

Like tributaries of River Nile

These newly attained branches

I am aware belong to individuals

 

Majority now use the branches instead

The big route is completely out of taste

It's started getting bushy and narrower

People despise you when you follow it

A thing of the past they say it is

 

Then you pay highly to follow tributaries

And become a real man among men

All in one single line heading to doom

 

Right has become wrong and wrong right

A route meant to save as I now see

Will be the undoing of many souls

Alone though, I must follow this route