In the corridors of power, whispers grow,
Decisions sculpted in the shadows’ glow.
Promises woven in threads of hope,
A tapestry of dreams with which we cope.

Beneath the banners, hearts do sway,
Seeking shelter in the light of day.
The voice of many, rising strong,
Echoing through the halls where they belong.

Yet in the silence, fears take flight,
Questions linger in the quiet night.
The burden of trust, a fragile bond,
Held by the dreams we ponder upon.

O gentle hand, guide with care,
For in your grasp, our futures bear.
Let wisdom reign in every choice,
And hear the whispers of the people’s voice.