My Corrupt Uncles

When I was born, in conditions that were not ideal for my survival, everyone thought I shall not survive. I was a weak baby, with minimum chances of survival. Still I survived. Thirteen months after my birth my father expired. Leaving me on pity of my selfish uncles. I was a rich baby as I had inherited a lot of wealth. My uncles cheated me and took all my wealth. The eldest uncle cut my mother into two pieces. My poor maternal uncle was a teacher, it was his kindness that I grown up into a mighty youth. But the day on which he also became a corrupt, and joined hands with my corrupt uncles it became difficult for me to breath. I am afraid my uncles who cut my mother into two pieces may cut me too into so many pieces. Alas! What of me! Even a nation can't survive If education is commercialized and its teachers become corrupt uncles!