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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the hospital, they turned us away,
\u201cNo beds here,\u201d was all they\u2019d say.
Yet I saw money pass through hands,
And watched them ignore my father\u2019s plans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And me, I\u2019ve 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How can you live, those who steal,
Ignoring the pain others feel?
Don\u2019t you hear the cries at night,
Of people robbed of their dreams and light?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is not just about me,
It\u2019s about the world we want to see.
The mother who sold her only dress,
Just to end her family\u2019s stress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This pain burns deep, but I must speak,
For those too tired, too hurt, too weak.
Corruption kills; it\u2019s plain to see,
It takes away from you and me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let\u2019s rise up, take a stand,
Rebuild this broken, bleeding land.
For every tear, let\u2019s raise a voice,
End corruption it\u2019s our choice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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