In corridors of might, where shadows play,
The dance of power sways both night and day.
Whispers of promises, like fleeting dreams,
Echo in chambers where ambition gleams.

Upon the stage of governance, they stand,
With scripts of change clutched tight in hand.
Yet oftentimes, the lines get blurred,
Between the truth and what’s inferred.

The people’s voice, a distant murmur,
In the cacophony of power, grows dimmer.
Yet hope ignites in hearts so bold,
For justice, they yearn to uphold.

May wisdom guide the leaders’ quest,
To serve the many, and not just the best.
In unity, let governance thrive,
For in collective strength, we all survive.