In the whispering halls of echoed dreams,
Where voices rise and fall like tides,
A tapestry woven of hopes and schemes,
Democracyâs gentle spirit abides.
The hands of many shape the path,
Guided by wisdom, sparked by fire,
In unity and sometimes wrath,
A chorus, a shared desire.
Through trials of discord and dissent,
Where shadows of doubt may briefly reign,
The strength of many hearts is lent,
To bridge divides, to ease the pain.
In fields where freedom’s seeds are sown,
A garden of voices, wild and free,
Democracy thrives where love is shown,
A future bright, for all to see.