A Bump In The Polls Through Executions

In times of politics, where power unfolds, A bump in the polls through executions told, A dance of ambition, a ruthless endeavor, Where souls are discarded, like leaves in the weather. With ink-stained hands, they plot and they scheme, Silencing dissenters, crushing each dream, Lives laid bare, sacrificed on the stage, For political gain, a darkened outrage. Promises broken, morals forsaken, The pursuit of dominance, a path deeply taken, In the pursuit of power, hearts turn to stone, Leaving behind a nation, fractured and alone. Executions of hope, casting shadows long, The masses left questioning where they went wrong, The system corroded, corroded and stained, As justice and truth, they wither and wane. Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light, Courageous voices rise, fearless in the fight, They rally the weary, ignite a spark, To reclaim what's lost, and mend the torn arc. For a bump in the polls through executions grim, Cannot silence the spirit that resides within, United we stand, against the tides of disdain, To rebuild a future where justice shall reign.