In halls where power silently creeps,
A shadow darkens promises made,
Integrity lost, the nation weeps,
As honor and trust begin to fade.

The golden coins, they glimmer bright,
Whispering deals in the dead of night,
With selfish greed, they twist the light,
Leaving justice out of sight.

Voices silenced, truth concealed,
By the hands that grasp and never yield,
A future stolen, a fate sealed,
In a land where lies are the shield.

Yet hope remains, in hearts so pure,
For those who fight, who will endure,
To cleanse the stains and make secure,
A world where justice can mature.