In the silent corridors where whispers dwell,
The dance of power weaves its timeless spell,
A symphony of voices rise and fall,
In shadows deep, they cast a looming pall.

Promises float like feathers in the breeze,
Each one a hope, a dream, a fragile tease,
Yet in the echo, change begins to stir,
A restless tide, a voice that will concur.

On fields of discourse, battles gently wage,
In words of wisdom penned on every page,
Yet hearts remain the compass of the land,
Guided by truth, not by a heavy hand.

As dawn breaks, casting light on all that’s true,
The song of politics, both old and new,
In unity, we find our common ground,
In every voice, the strength of hope is found.