Cells packed like sardines, walls closing tight, In Makala Prison, no hope in sight. Men stacked like bricks, no room to breathe, Their cries for freedom, no one heeds.
Overcrowded halls, despair's cruel sting, In Congo's heart, where sorrows cling. Disease and hunger, constant plight, In this dark dungeon, there's no light.
Human rights, a distant dream, In this crowded, painful scheme. Justice falters, shadows grow, In Makala’s depths, humanity’s low.
Stampede erupts, chaos reigns, In cramped quarters, nothing gains. Bodies trample, panic’s cry, In Congo’s prison, many die.
Guards overwhelmed, powerless stand, As desperation grips the land. No escape from this dark fate, In Makala's grip, death’s gate.
Survival’s law, the strongest fight, In dim-lit cells, day and night. Brother turned foe, a wild scene, In Congo’s prison, hope unseen.
Disease spreads fast, no space to cure, Infections rampant, lives unsure. Doctors scarce, supplies thin, In Makala’s walls, it’s hard to win.
Food scarce, hunger’s grip, Inmates suffer, sanity slips. Rations meager, fights break out, In Congo’s prison, endless drought.
Justice weeps, its scales unbalanced, Inmates suffer, hope misplaced. Overcrowded, mercy lost, In Makala’s depths, lives are the cost.
Reform a distant, whispered plea, In Congo’s heart, where pain runs free. Makala stands, a somber tale, Of overcrowding’s harshest wail.