• Founder OGOC

The one without a voice.

Fires burn, people cry


They call out, only for no one to hear them. A mother shelters her children in their home,


A gangster runs the streets with his machete,


Sticks of fire you see in the angry crowd.


Their voices are loud and yet they realize they carry no sound


Their voice goes unheard. Life goes unchanged.


Countries around them advance and grow Yet they do not see change. President after President comes and goes. Some good and some not.

Corruption sings it's victory song across the country. But not much changes for the one without a voice.

Angry mobs take to the street to do what it takes for their voice to be heard


But Innocent families suffer. Children's lives are lost. Businesses destroyed.


Today they protested. Tomorrow they go back to their suffering.


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