In the halls where power seeks its voice,
Ideologies dance, a myriad of choice,
Echoes of justice, freedom, reign,
Each whisper promises an end to pain.

Beneath flags waving, colors bright,
The struggle for truth, a ceaseless fight,
Voices of many in a single verse,
Ideals clash, for better or worse.

From left to right, the spectrum wide,
Unity and division side by side,
Promises of progress, a hopeful song,
Yet shadows linger, where we belong.

In this theater of dreams and schemes,
Ideals are more than they seem,
A better world, a guiding light,
In the heart of darkness, shines so bright.