In the heart of bustling cities,
Where towers scrape the sky,
The workers rise each morning,
Beneath the watchful eye.

Chains unseen, they labor on,
In factories cold and gray,
Dreams of freedom in their hearts,
Yet bound by endless day.

The whispers of a world anew,
In every heart ignite,
A vision of collective strength,
To overthrow the night.

Stand together, voices strong,
In unity, they find,
The power to create a world,
Where justice is defined.