In halls of might, where shadows play,
Echoes of decisions made each day.
Voices rise and fall like tides,
In the vast chamber where truth hides.

Promises woven in the tapestry of time,
Some stand firm, others decline.
The weight of governance on their backs,
A burden heavy, with little slack.

Eyes watch closely from near and far,
Judging actions, each scar.
Whispers of change in the wind’s flow,
As leaders rise and others go.

Yet hope remains, a beacon bright,
Guiding the ship through darkest night.
For in the heart of politics’ dance,
Lies the dream of a fairer chance.