In streets adorned with golden dreams,
Where fortunes thrive and falter fast,
The whispers of capitalism stream,
Through echoes of a gilded past.

Upon the peaks of wealth and might,
The chosen few ascend with pride,
Yet shadows cast by endless night,
Conceal the tears of those denied.

The market’s roar, a constant hum,
In every deal, a silent plea,
For those who rise, and those who plumb,
The depths of harsh reality.

Through gleaming towers, legends told,
Of dreams fulfilled and dreams betrayed,
The tale of capitalism unfolds,
In shades of light and endless gray.