In bustling streets where shadows blend,
The hum of trade, a timeless friend.
Coins clink softly, stories unfold,
In capitalism’s grip, dreams are sold.

Gleaming towers pierce the sky,
Ambition’s beacon, reaching high.
Yet beneath the golden veneer,
Echoes of struggle, whispers of fear.

The clockwork churns, relentless pace,
In pursuit of progress, a tireless race.
Yet in the margins, voices rise,
Seeking balance beneath the skies.

Hope and despair in silent dance,
In capitalism’s intricate trance.
Through the chaos, a world redefined,
In the heartbeat of commerce, futures entwined.