In the heart of bustling streets,
Lies a world where dreams compete,
For wealth and gain, the ultimate prize,
Ignoring the silent, desperate cries.

Towers rise, built on ambition,
Casting shadows of division,
Where few hold power, many strive,
To barely breathe, to just survive.

Gold and silver blind the sight,
Of those who chase relentless might,
Yet in the glitter, darkness grows,
A tale of sorrow, few will know.

In this race, who wins, who loses,
The line between blurs and confuses,
For capitalism’s game is never just,
It’s built on dreams, turned into dust.