Silent Serpent Dance

In the city's heart, a silent disease,

Venomous tendrils spread with ease.

A serpent winding through halls of might,

Feeding on trust, in the absence of light.

Behind polished masks and tailored suits,

The seeds of dishonesty take root.

In every handshake, a hidden deal,

A decay that only time can reveal.

No sanctuary in the sacred halls,

Where power stands, insidious shadows sprawl.

It feasts on honor, devours the just,

Leaving behind a trail of broken trust.

In the tapestry of society, a stain,

A moral compass led astray in disdain.

A dance with shadows, a dangerous waltz,

Leaving scars that time cannot exalt.

But hark, a call, a collective plea,

To break the chains and set us free.

In unity's embrace, a resilient stand,

Against the grip of the sinister hand.

Let courage rise, a beacon bright,

To pierce the darkness, reveal the blight.

For in our voices, the power to sever,

The shackles binding us to deceit's endeavor.