In corridors of marble, whispers roam,
Where power’s weave and shadows call home.
The dance of governance, a delicate thread,
In silence and speech, it’s oftentimes led.

Through halls of justice, echoes wend,
Promises spoken, which never end.
The people’s voice, a distant hum,
In the grand design, oft rendered numb.

Yet within the chaos, a beacon gleams,
A hope that fuels the people’s dreams.
The quest for truth, a steadfast guide,
In the heart of turmoil, we must abide.

So let us forge with earnest might,
A realm where shadows give way to light.
Where governance serves, not power’s greed,
And politics sows the people’s seed.