In the bustling streets where dreams collide,
Underneath the neon lights that never fade,
Whispers of desire echo far and wide,
In capitalism’s shadow, destinies are made.

Golden towers rise, reaching for the skies,
Built on the hopes and the sweat of the unseen,
Promises of wealth wrapped in clever lies,
Where only the strongest survive and glean.

Yet in the shadows, where the weary tread,
Stories of struggle and silent tears unfold,
In a world where the soul’s worth is often weighed,
In coins of silver and promises untold.

Oh, the dance of the market, relentless and cold,
In the heart of the city, where time never sleeps,
A tale of ambition, both ancient and bold,
In capitalism’s embrace, the world weeps.