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 the River Nile
These newly attained branches
I am aware that belong to individuals

The 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

The 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