In the corridors of power, where whispers reign,
Ideologies clash, a tumultuous refrain.
Dreams of freedom, hopes of might,
Dance in shadows, hidden from sight.

The banners fly, colors bold and bright,
Promises of change, dawns of new light.
Yet in the halls, the echoes remain,
Of voices lost, in the quest for gain.

Beneath the speeches, beneath the cheer,
Lies a world of doubt, a lingering fear.
For every path chosen, a path denied,
In the land of ideals, where truths collide.

But still, the heart beats, the spirit soars,
For in the chaos, new dreams implore.
A tapestry woven, of hope and despair,
In the theater of nations, we find our share.