In halls where whispers dance and fade,Corruption weaves its silent thread,A shadow cast on honest trade,Where truth and justice softly bled.Coins clink in secretive hands,Promises wrapped in veils of lies,In golden chains the conscience stands,While virtue withers, slowly dies.The masks of power, smiling wide,Conceal the rot beneath the skin,A world where honor’s cast aside,And darkness reigns, enshrined within.Yet hope ignites in hearts that dare,To break the chains of greed and might,For truth can cleanse the tainted air,And bring corruption to the light.