The Facade of Prosperity: Behind the Gleaming Towers

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Beneath the neon lights that dazzle the night,
Lies a world in shadows, hidden from sight.
The mighty towers of wealth reach high,
But at their base, the weary sigh.

Coins clink and markets roar,
While the poor knock on every door.
The rich grow richer, the gap expands,
Leaving dreams crumbled like sand.

Promises of freedom, wrapped in gold,
Yet many stories remain untold.
A race for profit, a relentless chase,
In this game, humanity loses its face.

Still, hope flickers in the hearts of the brave,
Seeking justice, a world to save.
For in unity, the people stand tall,
Challenging the foundations, breaking the wall.

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