The Shadows of Power: A Lament on Corruption’s Grip

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In corridors where whispers reign,
The truth is masked, intentions feign.
Promises fade in gilded halls,
Where justice stumbles, power enthralls.

The people’s voice, a distant cry,
Drowned beneath the silver lie.
Greed’s embrace, a tightening chain,
Binds hope and dreams, inflicts disdain.

In shadowed rooms, decisions made,
Integrity and trust betrayed.
A dance of wealth, a silent pact,
Where honor yields to darkened act.

Yet still, the dawn may pierce the night,
The truth emerge, a beacon bright.
For in the hearts of those oppressed,
Resides the courage to protest.

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