In the grand halls where whispers reign,
A dance of power, both bold and vain.
Shadows stretch in intricate games,
Where truth and lies wear the same names.
Promises woven in gilded threads,
Dreams of the many, by few are led.
Voices rise in a hopeful plea,
For justice wrapped in diplomacy.
The corridors echo with silent cries,
Echoes of dreams and shattered ties.
Yet hope persists, a candleâs glow,
In the heart of change, where courage grows.
In every vote, a whisper of choice,
A chance to rise, to lift our voice.
The dance of power, a timeless song,
In unity’s grace, we all belong.