In corridors of marble and stone, they tread,
Voices mingled in whispers, secrets unsaid.
The dance of power, a shadowed ballet,
Where promises are made, then led astray.

Beneath the banners, colors bold and bright,
Lies a tapestry woven, dark as night.
Dreams of the many, held by the few,
In the theater of politics, what is true?

With every speech, a promise unfolds,
Yet in the silence, the truth it holds.
A game of chess, with lives at stake,
Decisions made, for power’s sake.

Hope and despair, in a tangled embrace,
The future uncertain, in this contested space.
Yet in the hearts of the common man,
Lies the power to rise, to take a stand.