Corrupt Ballot Box

The ballot box, once a symbol of hope, Now tainted by the stains of deceit and lies, Elections marred by bribery's slippery slope, As the trust in democracy slowly dies. Voters' hopes, like fragile dreams, torn apart, By leaders who seek power for their own gain, The people suffer in silence, with heavy heart, As corruption thrives, inflicting endless pain. Promises whispered, then cast away, As power wields its intoxicating sway, The people's voices, faint and strained, Lost amidst the corrupt campaigns.