In shadows deep, where dreams are bound,
A silent cry, yet not a sound,
The streets divide with lines unseen,
A world apart, where hope is lean.

The golden towers kiss the sky,
While humble homes in shadows lie,
The feast of few, the hunger’s call,
A fragile balance, bound to fall.

Hands that toil, yet grasp at air,
Dreams denied, the world unfair,
As whispers rise from silent lips,
The scales of fate, in cruel eclipse.

Yet in the dark, a light remains,
A voice that speaks of breaking chains,
For in the heart where hope resides,
The dawn awaits to turn the tides.