In marble halls where echoes dwell,
They draft the lines, the laws compel.
With quills of power, they ink our fate,
Upon their shoulders, a nationâs weight.
From dawn to dusk, in chambers grand,
Decisions molded by their hand.
They govern with the people’s voice,
In their wisdom, we place our choice.
Yet shadows creep where light should reign,
In whispers soft, the seeds of pain.
May justice guide their every deed,
For in their hearts, our hopes must feed.
The future’s path they carve with care,
In unity, the burdens share.
Oh, may they lead with truth and grace,
For in their choices, we find our place.