In halls of power, whispers grow,
A silent thief, a hidden foe,
It steals the light, it binds the free,
Corruption’s shadow, dark and deep.

Where justice stands, it plants its seed,
A twisted root, a growing need,
For power, wealth, a selfish creed,
Corruption’s grasp, a wicked deed.

The people’s voice, a muted cry,
Beneath its rule, the truth will lie,
Integrity, a fleeting dream,
In corruption’s web, the pure will scream.

Yet hope remains, a flicker bright,
For those who stand, who fight the night,
In unity, the chains we break,
A brighter dawn, for all’s sake.