I stand here with a heart so heavy,
Dreams crushed, roads so unsteady.
Not by storms or nature’s might,
But hands that steal in the dead of night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve seen the sick, their eyes pleading,
Hospital beds with no one heeding.
Money meant for their pain and care,
Gone to line pockets without a share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve walked roads riddled with cracks,
Promised bridges, now just tracks.
Schools with walls crumbling down,
Children learning on bare ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why do we trade truth for lies?
Justice buried, hope slowly dies.
A little “chai” to make things smooth,
But it poisons the soul, distorts the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not just leaders; it\u2019s you and me,
Turning blind eyes, refusing to see.
The small bribes, the secret deals,
Every act that ignores what\u2019s real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let\u2019s stop pointing fingers, take a stand,
Clean this nation with our hands.
Speak with courage, refuse the bait,
It\u2019s never too late to recreate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the child who dreams of brighter days,
For the farmer seeking honest ways,
For the worker whose sweat is pure,
Together, let\u2019s build a future secure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Corruption ends when we begin,
To live with honor, to shun the sin.
A better tomorrow is within reach,
If we practice the values we preach.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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