OJÀ, a world of commercial activity
Inhabited by different sellers and bargainers
Who hold no goods
Yet so busy is the market
With neither a single transaction nor any barter.
OJÀ, a game of thrones
Where victory is won by treachery
And love for power operate through greed
The victorious Lords
Take pleasure in oppression
So they smite with their staffs
The tune is dictated by a few
For multitude to dance to
Hmm The survival of the fittest.
OJÀ, a trial of the triers
Where fitting in is a failure
And not standing out is the same as being invincible
And for this, its endless circle is entwined with an evil tug as its chain
Everyone is in a wild goose chase
To please their salivating throat
The broad and filthy means prevail
And the narrow but clean tossed out along side it believers.
Alas! The foresight is lost!
It has been forgotten that we are only sojourners here for a temporary stay
We were conveyed here in the day by a great driver
And when the night comes, surely He will be back to take us.
A sleeveless errand
The strafe and struggle
The helter-skelter run
The furious race
Comes to an abrupt end
And it dawned on us that
OJÀ,
OJÀ is a drama
A tale of coming and going
For the home awaits...