In cities built on dreams and dust,
Where towers rise and hopes combust,
The wheel of fortune spins so fast,
While echoes of the past are cast.
Beneath the neon’s glowing glance,
We chase the promise of a chance,
A cycle of desire and need,
A story penned by endless greed.
The market’s hum, a constant song,
Where right and wrong both dance along,
In whispers of the wealth untold,
The heart grows weary, spirit cold.
Yet in the shadows, seeds are sown,
Of voices rising, futures grown,
As dreams of equity ignite,
A world reborn in juster light.