In corridors of marble, whispers rise,
Of visions bold and futures wise,
A dance of laws beneath the sky,
Where dreams of governance don’t die.

The people’s voice, a mighty gale,
In chambers where decisions sail,
Through storms of doubt and seas unknown,
They steer the ship, though winds have blown.

Justice’s scale, a balance true,
In hands of those who see it through,
With hearts of iron, minds of steel,
They craft the laws that shape our will.

Yet power’s light can cast a shade,
In shadows where intentions fade,
So let us guard with watchful eyes,
The governance of dreams and skies.