Where is the government?

In the heart of the Rainbow Nation's land,

Where dreams and hopes are meant to stand,

A question lingers in the air,

A whisper, a doubt, a collective stare.

"Where is the government?" we ask,

As troubles deepen, shadows cast,

In the tapestry of a nation's plight,

Threads unravel in the fading light.

Amidst the hills and veld so wide,

Where Mandela's spirit once did guide,

A tale unfolds of promises unmet,

Of challenges faced, of chances yet.

In the corridors of power, echoes fade,

The voice of the people begins to cascade,

Through the streets, in the townships' cry,

A yearning for change reaches the sky.

Corruption's shadow, a haunting wraith,

Creeping through the system, a toxic breath,

As leaders falter and ethics bend,

The people wonder, where does it end?

In the dance of politics, a delicate art,

A nation's rhythm, torn apart,

Yet hope persists, resilient flame,

In the hearts of those who still proclaim:

"Where is the government we need?

To sow the seeds of a better deed,

To bridge the gaps, to heal the wounds,

To steer the ship through turbulent monsoons."

In the tale of South Africa, a complex script,

Challenges faced, aspirations clipped,

Yet the story's not over, the ink not dry,

As citizens rally, reaching for the sky.

So, in the question's echo, let us find,

A call to action, to hearts entwined,

For in unity and purpose, we can stand,

And shape a future, a hopeful strand.