In halls of marble and whispers low,
Where power’s current dares to flow,
A dance of shadows, light, and might,
Plays on the stage of endless night.

With words like swords and smiles that bind,
The leaders mold the fate of kind,
A game of thrones where truth is veiled,
And promises like whispers trailed.

The people watch with hopeful eyes,
As dreams are woven, truth belies,
In every choice, the future sways,
On fragile hopes and fleeting ways.

Yet power’s dance, both fierce and grand,
Can shape the world with steady hand,
In politics where shadows play,
The dawn awaits to greet the day.