In the heart of bustling cities, Where towers scrape the sky, The workers rise each morning, Beneath the watchful eye.…
In the shadows of the factories, the hammers strike, Echoes of labor, a symphony of steel and sweat, Hands calloused,…
In the shadows of grand halls, they labor unseen, Hands calloused by the weight of dreams long deferred. The rich…
In the shadows of the factories, where the hammers beat, The workers toil, their spirits worn, their dreams incomplete. Yet…
Beneath the shadows of towering spires, The workers toil, their spirits afire. Bound by chains of capitalist might, They seek…