I sit here, my heart so broken,
By the pain of words unspoken.
My father died, not by chance,
But because a bribe let danger advance.
At the hospital, they turned us away,
“No beds here,” was all they’d say.
Yet I saw money pass through hands,
And watched them ignore my father’s plans.
My sister dreamed of going to school,
To learn, to grow, to break the rule
Of poverty but her desk was gone,
The money was stolen, like the dawn.
And me, I’ve worked so hard to try,
But every door is shut, and I wonder why.
The job I earned was given away,
To someone who could afford to pay.
How can you live, those who steal,
Ignoring the pain others feel?
Don’t you hear the cries at night,
Of people robbed of their dreams and light?
This is not just about me,
It’s about the world we want to see.
The mother who sold her only dress,
Just to end her family’s stress.
The child who walks on broken roads,
To a school that has no books or boards.
The father who works the dry, cracked land,
While others feast from stolen hands.
This pain burns deep, but I must speak,
For those too tired, too hurt, too weak.
Corruption kills; it’s plain to see,
It takes away from you and me.
So let’s rise up, take a stand,
Rebuild this broken, bleeding land.
For every tear, let’s raise a voice,
End corruption it’s our choice.
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