In the shadowed halls where whispers reign,
Decisions carved by hands unseen,
The truth is masked, a hidden chain,
Beneath the guise of noble sheen.

Promises made on paper thin,
Dissolve in pools of empty gold,
The voices of the many, dim,
As power’s grip grows tight and cold.

Underneath the gilded lies,
Ambition feeds on silent cries,
The people’s hope begins to fade,
In shadows where the deals are made.

Yet, in the heart of every soul,
A flicker of the truth remains,
To rise and break the dark control,
And cleanse the land of its deep stains.