In the shadow of the factory’s hum,
Where workers’ hands and dreams entwine,
A vision born from ink and pen,
A world where fairness dares to shine.

From pages worn with time’s embrace,
A call to arms, a gentle plea,
To break the chains that bind the heart,
And set the weary spirit free.

The march of feet on cobblestone,
A symphony of hope and pain,
In unity, a power grows,
To stake a claim and break the chain.

Through whispers of the common folk,
A dream persists, undimmed by fear,
In every struggle, every stand,
The echoes of his voice we hear.