In halls of power where whispers weave,
The silent thief begins to cleave.
With gilded promises and hidden lies,
The seeds of greed take root and rise.

Beneath the surface of polished grace,
The truth is masked with a smiling face.
Hands that reach for wealth untold,
Leave trust shattered, hearts grown cold.

Shadows stretch across the land,
As integrity slips through the sand.
The cries of justice faintly heard,
Drowned by the clamor of the absurd.

Yet in the darkness, hope still fights,
For those who seek to set things right.
With courage kindled, voices strong,
They strive to end corruption’s song.