In the corridors of power’s domain,
Dreams of justice and freedom reign.
Voices rise like a hopeful tide,
In the realm where ideals collide.
Liberty whispers through the night,
While equality seeks the light.
In the shadow of towering spires,
Burn the flames of ancient fires.
Echoes of history’s grand parade,
Marching through the plans we’ve laid.
Ideals clash in vibrant hues,
In the tapestry of varied views.
Yet in this dance of dreams untold,
Lies a future brave and bold.
In the harmony of diverse thought,
Lies the hope that can’t be bought.