In the halls where whispers dwell,
Power dances a silent ballet,
Between the lines of a nation’s tale,
Guided by shadows, kept at bay.
Beneath the weight of promises made,
Governance weaves its intricate web,
Threads of hope in a world of shade,
Where dreams of justice softly ebb.
Voices rise in a chorus of need,
Seeking truth in a myriad of lies,
The people’s power, a planted seed,
Waiting for light beneath somber skies.
Yet in the silence, a future calls,
Echoes of change on the horizon’s edge,
A world reborn as the old order falls,
With courage strong, we make our pledge.