In the corridors of might, whispers take flight,
Promises crafted under the dimming light.
Leaders rise and fall like seasons, yet the cycle remains,
In the game of politics, only the shadow gains.

Voices echo in the chamber, a symphony of dreams,
Yet beneath the surface, nothing is as it seems.
Masks of integrity worn with practiced grace,
While behind closed doors, truth finds no space.

The people’s hopes are woven into speeches grand,
Yet many are the dreams that slip through fingers of sand.
In the name of progress, battles are fought and won,
But the cost of victory is often left unsung.

In the dance of power, who leads, who follows,
In this endless play, where light meets shadows?
Only time will reveal the stories untold,
In the theater of politics, where stories unfold.