What could be the solution
To dreams that are breaking,
To bonds that are slipping away,
To homes that are growing empty,
To young hearts filled with despair?
What could be the solution
To childhood cut short in nursery schools,
To overflowing old-age homes,
To conflicts within families,
To affection that is slowly fading away?
What could be the solution
To boundless poverty,
To loved ones growing distant,
To the frenzy of religious divisions,
To people feeling like strangers in their own country?
What could be the solution
To the burning fire of jealousy,
To the frightening struggle for survival,
To the desire to grab what belongs to others,
To the endless tests and trials of life?
What could be the solution
To children leaving home,
To quarrels followed by attempts to reconcile,
To those who never return,
To those who simply wash their hands of responsibility?
What could be the solution
When dishonesty flourishes,
When ill-gotten wealth grows,
When honest wealth sinks,
And the economy begins to tremble?
What could be the solution
To living a suffocating life,
To dying a little while still alive,
To endlessly enduring humiliation,
To becoming filled with frustration?
What could be the solution
To the sorrow of the people,
To the frenzy of the crowd,
To the negligence of enemies,
To the ever-growing population?
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