In the alleys where shadows blend,
Whispers of dreams left to fend,
A tapestry of hopes unseen,
Woven in shades of gray and green.

Children play on broken streets,
Their laughter masked by dire beats,
Hungry eyes and empty hands,
A tale of two divided lands.

Towers gleam in distant skies,
As echoes of the fallen rise,
A chasm deep, a rift so wide,
Between the wealth and those who cried.

Yet in the dark, a spark remains,
A flicker of resolve unchains,
For in the heart where courage lies,
The walls of inequality will demise.