In the halls where whispers echo,
The shadows cast their silent chain,
Promises wrapped in gilded lies,
Power’s dance, a dark refrain.
Beneath the mask of noble cause,
Lurks a greed that blinds the soul,
Hands that hold the nation’s fate,
Seek not justice, but control.
The people’s voice, a distant cry,
Drowned beneath the weight of gold,
Dreams of hope and brighter days,
Bargained, bought, and quickly sold.
Yet in the heart, a spark remains,
A light that seeks to break the night,
For though the chains may bind us now,
Truth and courage shall unite.