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 ?
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Author:
Tatyough Terungwa Thomas (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a poignant critique of leadership and systemic neglect, exploring the gap between promises made in power and the harsh realities faced by the people. Through vivid imagery and stark contrasts, it sheds light on issues of corruption, inequality, and the abandonment of essential societal pillars like education, healthcare, and infrastructure. It questions the moral responsibility of leaders and calls for a more inclusive and compassionate governance that addresses the needs of all, not just the privileged few.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
Powerfully worded poem, highlighting the rich are getting richer and more powerful and the poor are getting poorer, well worded.
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