You sit in chambers, speaking of change, Yet the streets whisper hunger\'s name. Promises flow like rivers in harmattan, Dry, empty, leaving cracks in the earth. Your pockets swell as schools crumble, The youth wander, dreams slipping away. Health centers wait for your compassion, But it lingers in foreign clinics, far from here. Roads are maps of neglect, Each pothole a proof of silence. The people cry for justice, for dignity, But their voices echo, unheard, unseen. When will the table of power feed all, And not just those who build it ?