In the chambers where the whispers flow,
Lies the fate of nations, ebb and grow.
Power dances on a fragile line,
Between the governed and the grand design.

Voices rise in a chorus loud,
Echoes of the humble, the proud.
Promises woven in the fabric of might,
With hopes that dawn will bring new light.

The pillars of justice, tall and grand,
Hold the dreams of a united land.
Yet shadows linger, dark and deep,
In the hearts where secrets sleep.

O leaders, heed the call of the wise,
For governance is where true wisdom lies.
A balance of power, just and fair,
Is the beacon for those who truly care.