In corridors where whispers reign,
The shadows of greed silently creep,
Promises of justice, now turned in vain,
As integrity falls into a deep sleep.

Hands once clean, now stained with lust,
Truth buried beneath golden dust,
The voices of the weak, lost in the gust,
A society’s foundation crumbles to rust.

Through the eyes of the innocent, despair,
Watching dreams dissolve in the air,
The weight of corruption, too much to bear,
Hope fading, yet none seem to care.

But in the heart of the night, a spark,
A yearning for light in the dark,
For every silent tear leaves a mark,
And one day justice will embark.