In the corridors where shadows play,
Lies the dance of power, night and day.
Promises whispered, truths often bent,
In the name of progress, dreams are spent.

Voices rise in fervent plea,
Seeking justice, yearning to be free.
Yet in the halls of governance grand,
Decisions falter, principles stand.

Through the veil of rhetoric’s might,
Glimpses of hope pierce the night.
A world transformed by vision clear,
Awaits the leaders who persevere.

So let us dream, of days anew,
Where politics serve the many, not the few.
With hearts united, and spirits high,
We’ll shape a future, reaching for the sky.