In the corridors of power, shadows do creep,
Where influence and ambition quietly seep,
Lobbyists gather, with smiles and intent,
While the currency of justice is quickly spent.
Politicians dance on marionette strings,
Drawn to the whispers fortune brings,
Their promises fleeting, like smoke in the air,
Bartering morals for the wealth in their share.
The energy tycoons orchestrate their score,
Whispering deals behind every closed door,
“Sign on the line, this gold shall be thine,
Trade your virtue for riches, and all will be fine.”
Behold the brokers of foreign lands,
With their subtle strategies and mighty hands,
A world shaped by offers too tempting to shun,
While the cries of the commoner gradually stun.
And there stands Gina, with Twiggy aligned,
Their fortunes promise what’s seemingly benign,
“Compromise a little, won’t you, dear friend?
Your wealth and your power shall know no end.”
Bags of bills exchange beneath the veil,
Integrity wanes as credibility pale,
Once an ideal, now a mere playful jest,
In the theater of governance, ethics take rest.
Here we witness the spectacle bold,
Democracy’s garment, tattered and old,
The people clamoring for change to arise,
While the architects of folly wear indifferent guise.
In this land of liberty, where valor once soared,
Our voices traded for a fleeting reward,
The cost of silence, far too great a toll,
In a democracy for sale, we’ve lost control.
