In the shadowed halls of power
Where secrets weave their darkened threads
Nations clash like titans, hour by hour
And the drums of war beat louder in our heads
The winds of change whisper tales of strife
Their rhetoric igniting flames of life
As leaders dance upon the razor's edge
While innocents tremble on the crumbling ledge
Echoes of tomorrow, haunting our dreams
A symphony of chaos, tearing at the seams
We see the sights, we hear the screams
All this senseless violence, we wonder what it means
Humanity, compassion, forgotten it would seem
With false negotiations and transfer of the blame
This pointless vicious cycle, begins to turn again
Diplomats weave fragile webs of peace
The stakes are high, the tension will not cease
In the quiet moments we keep searching for some light
But the path to peace... lies hidden from our sight