When power's grip is clenched with might,
And rulers seek to thwart what's right,
With schemes and plots, deceitful ways,
To gain a throne in darkened days.

Through corridors of greed and might,
They twist and turn, devoid of light,
With backroom deals and secret pacts,
They trample on the people's acts.

Election day, a farce for show,
As votes are rigged, the truth laid low,
The voice of masses, trampled down,
By power's hand, with a tyrant's frown.

But justice, like a mighty sword,
Will rise to strike with just reward,
No matter how the lies...