Kingdoms They Built

We grew under ceilings that leaked with lies,

Classrooms dim, dust burning our eyes;

Hospitals humming in flickering blue,

Beds too few for the pain they knew.

I speak as one, but we are many—

A chorus of futures left empty.

The papers folded our names in half,

Filed us away like aftermath.

These are the kingdoms they built—

Brick by brick from our undoing.

Every promise they wrote in gold

Turned to dust the moment we touched it.

We live in the shadows of their comfort,

Carrying the weight of their unchecked crowns.

The streets learned fear like second skin,

Sirens the lullabies we slept in.

Public trust cracked like aging stone,

And justice walked the night alone.

They told us law was iron-strong,

But iron rusts when bent too long.

The truth was buried under fees,

And mercy drowned in policies.

These are the kingdoms they built—

Cathedrals towering over our grief.

We knocked for help, but no one opened,

The doors were locked behind their teeth.

A world designed to keep us crawling,

While they crowned themselves as kings.

We are the names they overlooked,

The hands they drained, the hopes they shook.

We carry scars stamped by the state—

A quiet archive of stolen fate.

These are the kingdoms they built,

Foundations sinking under deceit.

But in the cracks, our voices gather—

A rising tide beneath their feet.

One day the walls will