DADHE GODANA BORU;Our Disunity, Their Prosperity

We people of Waso land 
Cry and cry rivers
Where are our elders?
Aren't they our gate keepers?
Just before their eyes, our land is breeding monsters
Silent we are and yet myriads of things are out of order

We people of Waso land
Woke up from you dogmatic slumber
They make us fight and hate one another
And baptized us on altars of clanism and tribalism, to make us their member
And members we are, drumming our support for them, oblivious of the future bondage
Silent we are, for our heart and mind, brain and brawn they have hold hostage

And a such
The conditions of our roads are disgusting
The health facilities in our land are dilapidating
The performance in our schools is discouraging
Public funds in our institutions are meant for embezzling
And we the people of Waso land are sleeping
While the bedbugs causing all this lives in our bedding, happily sucking

After they get satisfied, the language they use is never gentle
But do we have options other than developing a tough shell like that of a turtle
Hiding our head inside until another time come to change the leadership mantle
But they will still make a grand comeback, for they have learnt the best way to fight this battle
From our disunity, they benefit and from our silence they gobble what belong to us.
And when we realize their heinous act, they give us hand outs to get a safe passage to earn bonus

Proud sons and daughters of Waso land
Who will ever change this old brand?
Remember the Siamese revolution in Thailand
A few individual fought and today they have their Canaan; Thailand, their dreamland
Our clans aside, our tribe aside, let’s unite and end this game
For beyond this we will be ashamed sons and daughters of “wasteland”