In streets of gold and towers tall,
The promise of fortune stands so bold.
Yet in the alleys, shadows fall,
On dreams once silver, now grown old.

A dance of coins, a siren’s call,
Whispers of wealth, of power, of might.
But in the heart, where morals stall,
The darkness hides from the light.

The hands that build, the minds that scheme,
Create a world both grand and grim.
For every castle, there’s a dream,
That lies beneath, worn and dim.

So here we stand, in fields of green,
Where freedom’s song and chains entwine.
In capitalism’s vast machine,
The brightest stars, the deepest mines.