In halls of marble and granite, they stand,
A congregation of minds, a nationâs hand,
Weaving laws with threads of hope and fear,
The weight of the people always near.
Beneath the banners of red, white, and blue,
They deliberate on what is just and true,
Balancing power with the scales of time,
Seeking the harmony in a world of rhyme.
Voices rise in a chorus, some loud, some meek,
Each one with a vision, a future they seek,
In the dance of democracy, they find their place,
A complex ballet of wisdom and grace.
Yet shadows linger in the corridors wide,
Whispers of promises, some kept, some denied,
For governance is a mirror, reflecting all,
The triumphs, the failures, the rise, and the fall.