In chambers dark where secrets lie,
The whispers of shadows softly sigh,
A seed of greed in silence sown,
A kingdom built on truths unknown.
With golden chains, the hearts entwined,
The justice blind, the truth confined,
In halls of power, the silence reigns,
As virtue bows to gilded chains.
The cries of many, the wealth of few,
A world divided, old but new,
Promises fade like morning mist,
In the grip of greed, the world persists.
Yet in the night, a hope remains,
A dream of light to break the chains,
For in each heart, a fire burns bright,
To pierce the veil of endless night.