In the halls of our Secretariat,
Where governance holds its throne,
A tapestry of minds, profound and bright,
In wisdom and knowledge, they've grown.
With intellects well-educated,
They steer our State's course ahead,
Through shifting tides and tempests wild,
A beacon, where reason is fed.
Politicians, like fleeting stars,
They come and go with every dawn,
Some are devoted to our people's weal,
While others are self-serving pawns.
The scales of fate tip to and fro,
Within these walls of power and might,
Some wield their influence with grace,
Others succumb to darker plight.
Yet, hope lingers in the shadows cast,
For each dawn brings a chance anew,
To nurture a future that's built to last,
United and steadfast, in all that we do.
So let us seek the righteous path,
With leaders' true and hearts sincere,
Together we'll rise above the storm,
Towards a brighter, collective sphere.
This Secretariat, our guiding light,
Shall steer us through both calm and storm,
For in unity, we find our strength,
A State that thrives, transforms, and
reforms.
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