In corridors of might, where shadows play,
Power whispers softly, leading astray.
The dance of influence, a silent song,
In politics, where right can turn to wrong.

Visions clash, ambitions rise and fall,
One voice seeks to silence and enthrall.
A game of thrones, where truth may bend,
And power’s touch can turn foe to friend.

Promises made in the gleam of light,
Forgotten swiftly in the dead of night.
The hands that shake, the eyes that scheme,
In politics, power fuels the dream.

Yet through the murk, a beacon gleams,
For justice strives in whispered dreams.
Power in politics, a force to wield,
For those who seek a fairer field.