In the shadows of towering steel, they dwell,
Faces etched with stories, too painful to tell.
A cityâs heartbeat, yet left behind,
Silent screams echo in the labyrinth of the mind.
Children of the asphalt, dreams turned to dust,
Hopes woven in fabric, frayed by mistrust.
Beneath the neon lights, they walk unseen,
In the land of plenty, living lean.
Muffled voices pierce the urban night,
Seeking solace, seeking light.
Injustice weaves its cruel design,
Leaving hearts and souls to intertwine.
Rise, oh voices of the unheard,
Let your stories be felt, let them be heard.
Together we stand, together we fight,
For a dawn that breaks with equal light.