In shadows deep, the questions lie,
Of funds amassed, but where they fly.
Organisations, funded grand,
Yet cries for help, we cannot stand.
Where do the dollars truly flow?
This mystery, we need to know.
Power's hand, with pockets deep,
But resources scarce, our hearts do weep.
The elephant, it fills the room,
Its silent presence, thick with gloom.
The system's broken, cracked and worn,
Yet money flows, as if reborn.
Marketing thrives, for more to gain,
While cries for help, they meet in vain.
Public donations, freely given,
But where they go, it seems, forgiven.
Why not entrust the public's might,
To those who raised it, day and night.
A voice above, to oversee,
That funds are used where they should be.
On GoFundMe, we've seen the fire,
Millions raised, our hearts aspire.
Let's use that strength for those in need,
A beacon bright, a noble deed.
Accountability, our guiding light,
To mend the system, make it right.
The questions asked, the truth we find,
In unity, our hope aligned.
By @_glennmarsden
