In shadows, corruption, rumors breed, money changes hands,
the tales mislead, of a narrative built on shifting sands.
Politics thrive through the power of fear. Rumors are spread,
Small people eat it with pleasure and by illusions are fed.
Pretending to lead, they become the masters of this facade,
Behind the scenes, slaves to their sins, a different charade.
More rumors, dirty money, the currency of sin,
Spreading a narrative where life ends and lies begin.
There is power in fear, they must keep the rumors spread,
No innocence is found here, just shadows that are bred.
By crooked wealth, drugs and deals, politics entwined,
Backroom deals, more rumors ‘till the great become blind.
Bad people and the good with pasts that bleed and stain,
Different levels of bad, in innocence, none remain.
Except for the children, they are guiltless and pure,
but consumed by the stories, the truth remains obscure.
They believe the rumors, growing up in the fray,
Some stories are not worth the light of day.
Rumors live on in the power of whispers and lies,
Where fiction becomes fact, and truth is despised.
WoPoLi 
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