Upon the stage of politics they tread,
Where truth is oft obscured and lies are spread,
A world of schemes and plots, a shadowy realm,
Where secrets lurk and whispers overwhelm.

The players take the stage, the actors strong,
In robes of power, they do prance and preen along,
But behind the scenes, a darker force at play,
The lizard folk, who rule in devious sway.

With eyes that gleam and scales that gleam,
They pull the strings, the puppets' scheme..