In cities where the towers rise,
A glittering facade of dreams unfolds,
Beneath the sky, ambition flies,
Yet shadows linger, tales untold.
The whispers of the crowded streets,
Echo the clamor of unseen chains,
Where freedom bows to wealth’s elite,
And justice weeps in silent strains.
The market’s call, a siren’s plea,
Promises of endless gain,
Yet in its grasp, humanity,
Finds itself in subtle pain.
Oh, capitalism, with gilded guise,
A dance of power and despair,
In your embrace, the truth lies,
A delicate balance, beyond compare.