In a world where shadows cast their will,
Ideologies rise, and some stand still.
From left to right, they clash and blend,
A dance eternal, without end.

One voice cries freedom, another peace,
In halls of power, debates never cease.
Each holds a vision, both bold and bright,
Yet in the twilight, who holds the light?

Promises made on podiums high,
Yet in the trenches, dreams often die.
A tapestry woven with threads of belief,
Yet torn asunder by acts of grief.

Still, hope endures in hearts so pure,
Amidst the chaos, intentions sure.
For in the discourse, a truth we seek,
A world united, where all may speak.