In cities where shadows stretch long and thin,
Wealthy towers rise, casting dreams in their din.
Streets echo tales of forgotten names,
In the silence, the struggle remains.

Beneath gleaming façades, life’s battles unfold,
Some grasping for warmth, others basking in gold.
The chasm widens as hopes start to fray,
In the heart of the night, dreams slip away.

Voices unheard in the corridors of power,
While the clock ticks on, hour by hour.
In the eyes of the many, a silent plea,
For a world united, for equality.

Yet through the cracks, a whispering song,
Of strength and unity, where all belong.
Rising like dawn on a weary land,
Together we stand, hand in hand.