In corridors of marble, echoes softly tread,
Where whispers of power, in shadows are wed.
The dance of governance, a delicate art,
Woven with intentions, both pure and tart.

Voices rise and fall, like waves on the shore,
Promises crafted, then broken once more.
In the heart of the storm, the truth often hides,
As the pendulum swings, where justice collides.

A tapestry of dreams, stitched with fragile threads,
Where leaders and followers, lay down their heads.
The balance of power, a precarious line,
In the hands of many, yet few truly shine.

Hope flickers gently, like a candle’s soft glow,
In the halls of power, where intentions flow.
The future unfolds with each choice we make,
In the dance of governance, what path will we take?