In hallowed halls where whispers stir,
The dance of power does occur,
With gilded words and shadows deep,
The promises we strive to keep.

Beneath the banners, proud and tall,
The battles fought, the empires fall,
For justice sought in fervent flame,
Yet oft the end remains the same.

Through corridors of might and mind,
The threads of fate we seek to bind,
With every vote and fervent plea,
We shape the course of destiny.

In twilight’s glow, the echoes ring,
Of leaders’ rise and fall from wing,
For in the end, as days depart,
It’s in our hands to play our part.