In chambers where whispers mold the fate,
Power shifts in shadows, a silent trait.
Eyes meet, alliances form and break,
A dance unseen, for destiny’s sake.
Words woven in a web of deceit,
Promises made, often to cheat.
A handshake here, a nod of the head,
Futures decided, by threads so thinly spread.
The powerful rise on ladders of lies,
Built on the back of those they despise.
Yet in the end, the truth unveils,
The fleeting nature of power prevails.
In the grand theatre of political might,
Every act is a struggle, every move a fight.
Yet through the chaos, a beacon may gleam,
For justice and truth, a shared dream.