In shadows cast by towering walls,
Silent voices cry in muted calls.
Beneath the glow of neon dreams,
A world divided, or so it seems.
The wealth of few, the plight of many,
Injustice’s grip holds strong and steady.
Eyes that see but do not weep,
Hearts that beat yet cold and deep.
Children play in fields of grey,
Their laughter drowned by dismay.
Dreams deferred, hopes denied,
In the chasm where justice hides.
Rise, oh voices of the unseen,
Break the chains of this cruel machine.
For in unity, we find our might,
To end this endless, bitter night.