HUNGER AMIDST STAMPEDING.

Should the country live on palliative?
How can a rich country be eating
Like rat of the crunches falling
Off from the table and the masses
Was left to pinot to feed on.

Why won't there be stampeding
Fine there is hunger in the land
Not just hunger but starvation
Accompanying the said hunger
This is not just hunger but.

On the part of the government
That failed us but the organizers
Failed to provide good crowd
Control technique making the whole
Situation escalating to an inevitable quiet end.

Hunger amidst starvation
Leading to stempeding
Lives were lost death toll
Keep rising up no proper
Human management control.

IN THE HANDS OF GRACE.

Through storm and flame we rise and fall
But in God’s hands we’re held through it all
When the world feels heavy and hope seems dim
We turn to faith, we lean on Him
God, family and survival.

Family stands like roots in the ground
A shelter of love when none is found
Through laughter and tears, joy and pain
In their embrace we’re whole again
God, family and survival.

Survival isn’t just breath and bone
It’s love it’s strength it’s never alone
With God above and family near
We conquer the dark we conquer the fear
God, family and survival.

GOD, FAMILY, SURVIVAL.

In the heart's quiet whisper, where dreams softly nod 
Lies the essence of hope, the presence of God
In trials and triumphs, His light gently streams 
Guiding our footsteps, igniting our dreams
His love, a beacon, through life’s stormy seas
Bringing solace and grace, a soul's sacred ease.

In the embrace of family, where love’s roots grow deep 
Lie the moments we treasure, the memories we keep
Through laughter and sorrow, together we stand
Hand in hand, heart to heart, a united band
In the circle of kin, we find strength anew
In their unwavering love, our spirits renew.

Survival’s harsh whisper, a relentless tide
Tests our resolve, where the strongest abide
Through valleys of shadow, and mountains we climb 
Each step a testament to enduring time
In resilience, we rise, like the morning sun
In the dance of survival, battles are won.

God’s grace, family’s love, survival’s keen art
Three threads intertwine, woven in the heart
In faith, we find courage, in kin, we find cheer
In endurance, we triumph, dispelling our fear
Life's tapestry rich, with these threads so entwined
In this trinity sacred, true peace we find.

So let us cherish this triad divine
God, family, survival, in life’s grand design
With faith as our anchor, love as our guide
We journey together, with hearts open wide
Through trials and blessings, in unity we stand
Crafting our story, hand in loving hand.