In the corridors where shadows play,
Dreams of power softly sway.
Whispers echo through the halls,
Destiny calls where silence falls.
Promises woven in threads of gold,
Stories of leaders brave and bold.
In the heart of a nationâs voice,
Lies the burden of every choice.
The dance of power, a fragile song,
Where right and wrong often belong.
In unity, they find their might,
Guiding the world through darkest night.
Hope lingers in the breath of dawn,
As new beginnings gently spawn.
In every vote, a silent plea,
For a future where all are free.