In the corridors where silence speaks,
Lies hidden the truth that power seeks.
Golden thrones on tarnished ground,
Echoes of secrets never found.
The whispers dance with silent grace,
In shadows they leave no trace.
Promises wrapped in gilded lies,
Blindfolds drawn over watchful eyes.
Hear the cries of justice lost,
In the shadows, it pays the cost.
Hands once pure, now stained with greed,
A hunger that no soul can feed.
Yet in the dark, a light may rise,
To pierce the veil of deceit and lies.
With courage born from broken dreams,
To unravel corruption’s twisted seams.