In the chambers where decisions weave,
Voices rise, intentions often deceive.
Promises made, yet shadows lurk beneath,
In the intricate dance of belief and disbelief.

Power’s allure, a siren’s call to the bold,
Where truths are oftentimes bartered and sold.
Ideals clash, in the name of the people’s will,
Yet the silent majority remains still.

Whispers echo in the grandiose halls,
As leaders rise and some inevitably fall.
The banners wave, symbols of change,
But the heart of the matter often seems strange.

In the end, it’s a tale as old as time,
Of power’s quest, and politics’ climb.
A theatre, a stage, where actors play,
And the world watches, day by day.