Ode to Komplepettumus

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

With silver tongues, they spin their tales,
While justice falters, truth derails.

The bankers count their golden gains,
As hope is lost in endless chains.

Politicians clad in polished guise,
Disguise their greed with practiced lies.

They dance on stages, grand and bright,
Yet shadows linger, dimming light.

The lawyers wield their sharpened pens,
In labyrinths where fairness ends.

They barter trust for fleeting fame,
And play a never-ending game.

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

We watch the puppets pull the strings,
As silence grows where freedom sings.

Yet in our hearts, a spark remains,
To rise above these hollow chains.

For though disillusion clouds our view,
The strength of many can break through.

So let us gather, hand in hand,
And forge a future, bold and grand.

With voices strong, we’ll claim our right,
To challenge darkness, seek the light.

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