In corridors where whispers reign,
Power sits upon its gilded throne,
With every promise, every gain,
The seeds of influence are sown.
Beneath the banners, bright and bold,
Lies the art of the subtle sway,
A dance of shadows, stories told,
In the theater of the day.
Ambition weaves its intricate thread,
Through hearts that seek the highest peak,
In speeches where the brave are led,
And silence holds the words we seek.
Yet powerâs touch, both fierce and kind,
Leaves echoes in the halls of might,
A legacy in hearts and mind,
Where truth and dreams ignite.