Backroom Deals

In shadowed rooms where whispers creep,  

They make their deals, the promises cheap,  

Behind closed doors, they trade and scheme,  

While feeding us a hollow dream.  

Their power swells, and justice fades, unseen.

With smiles as sharp as blades that slice,  

They sell their souls at twice the price.  

Behind each grin, a dagger hides,  

As truth and honor slip and slide.  

The people’s trust – a coin they cast aside.

They shake our hands, then wash them clean,  

Erase their tracks, disguise the scene.  

Pledges made on stage to cheers,  

Are buried deep in greed and fears.  

A legacy of lies they leave as souvenirs.

The laws they draft are chains in disguise,  

Bound tight by wealth and tangled lies.  

They raise the walls, they seal the gate,  

And leave the world they’ll soon create  

To those they’ve kept outside, to bear the weight.

And yet we march to voices loud,  

Fooled by the faces they endow.  

While backroom deals decide our fate,  

We’re left to dream, to hope, to wait,  

As power rots in every hand we shake.