Who is really worthy to lead our nation?

A lone drummer keeps cadance's beat,
We march off to oblivion, hear out shuffling feet.
Where are we going, who is fit to lead?
Who has the knowledge, who will give us the answers we need?
Then the drum beat become rapid, we run to keep up the pace,
Our hearts are pumping wildly, sweat covers our face.
Running blindly, running, we know not where,
We are urged onward, but looking back we see no one there.
We are just dumbly running, to escape our impending fate,
Doomday's Calendar has circled in red, a certain date.
We are frightened by shadows, the taste of fear is in our mouth,
Where shall we run, North, East West or South?
So called leaders babble and scratch their head,
They are clueless and know not what is ahead.
Our prayers are uttered into the endless, dark night,
We ask GOD'S protection to end our pitiful plight!

Music: One Tin Soldier