In the bustling streets where silence reigns,
A world divides, yet remains unseen,
Voices lost amidst the chains,
Of dreams deferred and hopes unseen.

Beneath the gilded towers high,
Lies a truth often forgotten,
Stories untold, hearts that sigh,
In shadows where souls are downtrodden.

Hands that toil, unseen, unknown,
Building empires, yet alone,
Whispers of longing, seeds unsown,
In a garden where cold winds have blown.

Yet, in the cracks of concrete grey,
Blooms a resilience, bold and bright,
A silent promise of a new day,
Where justice walks in the light.