In corridors adorned with whispers,
Where truth and lies entwine their grace,
The puppeteers of fate converge,
In halls where shadows know their place.

A promise made, a promise broken,
Each word a dagger, sharp and keen,
The dance of power, ever weaving,
In realms where honesty is unseen.

The faces change, the masks are many,
Yet the game remains the same,
A theater of ambition’s plenty,
In pursuit of fleeting fame.

Through storms of scandal, waves of doubt,
The ship of state sails on its course,
Guided by unseen hands about,
In politics, a relentless force.