In corridors where shadows fall,
Voices rise and echo through the hall,
Promises whispered, secrets tightly bound,
In the heart of governance, where power is found.

Leaders rise, their visions grand,
With hands that shape, and minds that plan,
Yet beneath the surface, currents flow,
The game of politics, both friend and foe.

Laws are written, banners unfurled,
Ideals clash in a restless world,
Through debate and discourse, paths are paved,
In the quest for justice, nations are saved.

But power’s allure can darken light,
When ambition blinds and truths take flight,
Remember then, the people’s voice,
For in their hands lies the choice.