The Ticking Clock in Halls of Power

In corridors of governance the clock hands sway, Fearless time, in silent judgment, marks the fray. Leaders dance with destinies yet unspun, As the hourglass drains, their tasks not done. Whispers of urgency, through marbled rows, Where the echo of consequence forebodingly grows. The tick tocking, a solemn reminder of fate, In the balance hangs the governance gate.

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