In the corridors where shadows blend with light,
Whispers of greed dance in the dead of night.
Promises made with a serpent’s tongue,
Integrity lost, the battle begun.

Gold-lined pockets and secrets kept,
Trust is shattered, and honor is swept.
The common man’s hope fades to gray,
As power’s lust leads hearts astray.

Behind closed doors, deals are sealed,
The cries of justice remain concealed.
Dreams are sold for a fleeting gain,
In the land where corruption reigns.

Yet in the silence, a voice may rise,
A beacon of truth against the lies.
For every shadow cast by the sun,
A new day dawns when change has begun.