The wounds of silence.
Children vanish like stars from the sky,
Their cries are drowned by the roar of silence,
As plainclothes walk with masks of lies.
The president speaks, his voice a distant echo,
"Let the youth be careful with their words,"
But the chains of truth are in his hands,
Wrapped tight around the throat of the world.
The streets are filled with shadows,
Where hope once danced in the sun,
Now only agony blooms in the hearts of mothers,
As the cost of corruption weighs a ton.
The economy stumbles, broken in the dust,
While pockets are lined with stolen gold,
The people’s tears are forgotten rivers,
As the hungry grow tired and old.
Yet, he promises again,
"End it, I will, if they learn to behave,"
But who will stop the silence from feeding,
The monsters he says they must brave?
In the midst of a nation torn asunder,
The truth lies heavy, a stone on the chest,
Governance is a mirage in the distance,
A leader who swears but brings no rest.
Beneath the weight of forgotten justice,
The people scream into the night—
But all they hear is the sound of silence,
As their voices fade out of sight.
©Bunguswa.™
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