In the shadows of the city, where dreams dare not to tread,
Lies a tale of silent suffering, where hopes are left unsaid.
The whispers of injustice, like ghosts that haunt the night,
Weave stories of inequality, in a world devoid of light.

Through corridors of power, where fairness is a ghost,
Injustice finds its echo, in those who have the most.
Inequality, a specter, that lingers in the air,
Binding hearts in sorrow, with chains of deep despair.

The cries of the unheard, like whispers in the wind,
Are lost amidst the clamor, where justice is rescind.
For in this world of shadows, where truth is often blind,
The scales of balance waver, leaving equity behind.

Yet in the darkest corners, where hope begins to fray,
A spark of change is kindled, to light the broken way.
For in each heart that struggles, against the tides of wrong,
There lies the strength to challenge, and rights to make us strong.