Beneath the same sky, we breathe the same air,
Yet some walk paths of gold, while others despair.
Dreams woven in threads of hope and fear,
A world divided, so starkly clear.

Children of fortune, with silver spoons in hand,
While others toil on barren land.
The chasm widens, voices go unheard,
Injustice whispers, a silent word.

Streets of plenty, where the privileged tread,
Shadows of hunger, where dreams are dead.
A plea for mercy, a cry for change,
Hearts bound by a system, so cruel and strange.

Rise up, oh voices, from valleys deep,
Break the chains, no more shall we weep.
For in unity, we find the power,
To bring forth a just and equal hour.