They embrace new life
And dance to a new song,
Different from their ancestral land.
They care less for their old way of life,
Shaped by the elders’ tongues.
They embrace a new identity,
Flying high the banner of a new land,
Echoes in the sea of new knowledge,
Neglecting the old ways that shaped their generation.
They embrace new life,
Shaped by their new identity.
They speak eloquently in a new language,
Yet speak evil of the mother tongue.
They care less for the pain of past heroes.
They embrace new life,
Shaped by the laughter in their new attire.
They relegate their ancestral beauty,
All chasing after vanity in new glory.
They embrace new life,
As they build barricades
To separate the communal nature of their ancestral home.
They care less for past history.
They embrace new life,
Longing to be like the master,
As they die in the Mediterranean Sea
On a voyage to a new life.
A new identity they all seek
At the expense of their ancestral home.
They embrace new life
And speak evil of their old way of life.
They see nothing good in the old life.
They call it vain glory, everything in the past.
They glorify their new life,
Embracing a new identity,
Yet lose focus on their truendeavouror.
All is vanity—no difference.
What they looking for
Is right here in their ancestral home,
All blessed and overflowing.
It is all vanity.