Woe stains the earth, a shadowed tide,
Where corruption festers, far and wide.
The halls of might, once built with pride,
Now crumble ‘neath a faith denied.

The greedy feast, the honest bleed,
A commonwealth choked by deed.
Oh, mourn the trust turned bitter seed,
A government lost to boundless need.

Yet hail the souls, unbowed, alight,
Who rise to wrong the faltered right.
With courage forged in endless night,
They wield their will, a beacon bright.

Through storms of scorn, their voices ring,
To mend the torn, to balm the sting.
Praise to the brave who dare to bring,
A spark of hope on tireless wing.

Alas, the grief, a nation’s scar,
Where corruption reigns both near and far.
Yet praise ascends where faithful are,
Who seek God’s will, our guiding star,
To heal the land, one nation’s plea,
Beneath His grace, in unity.