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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the maze of concrete and glass, where tall buildings reach the sky, rivers of money flow, but only to the chosen few. Below, a shadowy city exists, filled with hard work and grime, where dreams are just whispers, lost in the cracks of old streets. The rich, wrapped in fine clothes, dance to the tune of hidden power, leaders of a silent orchestra, playing a song of silence and control. Their laughter, touched with champagne, drowns out the cries from below, where rough, tired hands, reach for fleeting hopes. Halls of influence, slick with promises, echo with the steps of the elite, their words, hidden daggers, cutting through the truth. In this theater of lies, curtains of wealth hide the machinery of greed, oiled by the sweat of unseen millions. From high-rise penthouses, they look down on a sea of struggle, where the hungry feast on illusions, and the thirsty drink from wells of despair. Marble palaces stand tall, monuments to ambition, while shanties lean on faith, held up by pillars of resilience. Markets buzz with chaos, colors blend in the bazaar of life, where the weight of a single coin can tip the balance of existence. Yet, the streets remember, each cobblestone a witness, to the dance of disparity, the waltz of inequality. Children of the dusk, eyes wide with innocence, navigate the alleys of shadows, their dreams painted in hues of maybe. In the rooms where fortunes are made, decisions are inked in secrecy, pacts that seal destinies, unseen hands shaping the world. But in the heart of the storm, a murmur grows, a rhythm of defiance, beating against the pulse of oppression. Voices rise, a chorus of unity, challenging the gilded throne, for in the contrast of gold and dust, lies the spark of revolution. The streets, arteries of rebellion, pulse with the lifeblood of change, as the fabric of corruption begins to fray at the edges. In the end, from the ashes of greed, a new dawn will rise, where the scales of justice find their balance, and the city of gold is built on a foundation of humanity's unyielding spirit.
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