komplepettumus (2)

“In marble halls where whispers softly weave,
The promises of power oft deceive.

With silver tongues they spin their gilded tales,
While justice falters, truth in shadow pales.

The bankers count their golden gains with pride,
As hope is lost in chains that bind and chide.

Politicians clad in polished guise do hide,
Their greed disguised by practiced lies, they bide.

They dance upon the stages, grand and bright,
Yet shadows linger, dimming all the light.

The lawyers wield their sharpened pens with care,
In labyrinths where fairness finds no air.

They barter trust for fleeting fame’s embrace,
And play a never-ending, hollow race.

In crowded rooms, the deals are deftly made,
While common dreams and hopes begin to fade.

We watch the puppets pull the strings with glee,
As silence grows where once was liberty.

Yet in our hearts, a spark doth still remain,
To rise above these shackles, break the chain.

For though disillusion clouds our weary view,
The strength of many shall break through anew.

So let us gather, hand in hand, and stand,
To forge a future, bold and truly grand.

With voices strong, we’ll claim our rightful fight,
To challenge darkness and to seek the light.”