Promises wrapped in a web of dreams, hidden beneath the facade of lies,  
The path soaked in the people’s tears, governance is nothing but hypocrisy.  
I’ve rushed to your shelter, you’ve come to mine,  
This is how politics plays its twisted mime.  

Promises when needed, lives are mere tokens of joy,  
The wait never ends, new strategies break each day.  
The helpless cry, heavy is the sky,  
A parade of corpses in the city’s heart, while rulers laugh with innocence on display.  

The royal palace stands on the blood of the people, dust of despair coats the streets,  
Justice is sold in the name of law, the land has turned into a field of greed.  
Election games are nothing but a farce, the citizens' hearts tremble with fear,  
The ballot box rigged with deceit, democracy bound in chains of inequality severe.  

A mother stands weeping by the road, waiting endlessly,  
When will her child return?  
Politics tells the tale of exploitation written in blood,  
No one keeps count.  
Golden promises, hollow within, the sound of shattered dreams echoes,  
Leaders come and leaders go, yet the people remain neglected, low.  

In the eyes of the jobless youth, only resentment resides,  
Fields drenched in promises of rain, but no crops arise.  
Words laced with venom create new temptations,  
Beneath the glitter lies the mark of suffering.  
The mask of politics unveils, sinking everything into the darkness within.  

Mountains of injustice rise, stifling the voice of truth,  
Power is seized by the hands of deception,  
Scars of betrayal cut deep,  
The chains of oppression know no release,  
Freedom knocks, but the people, trapped in delusion,  
Find no address for hope, no relief.  

Leaders wear masks, changing with the times,  
We keep running, chasing new hope lines.  
I’ve rushed to your shelter, you’ve come to mine,  
This is how politics plays its endless mime.