In hallowed halls where shadows play,
The whispers of governance softly sway.
Decisions carved in silence deep,
Promises made, but few they keep.

The dance of power, a tangled thread,
Where truth and lies are often wed.
Leaders rise and leaders fall,
In the corridors that echo with their call.

The people’s voice, a distant sound,
Lost in the shuffle, rarely found.
Yet hope remains, a flickering light,
Guiding through the darkest night.

For in the heart of every land,
Lies the strength of a united stand.
Governance steered by honest hand,
Can heal the scars upon the sand.