Golden towers rise, but shacks still fall, Some feast at tables, while others crawl. A child with hunger, eyes hollow and wide, While banquets overflow, nothing to hide. The rich grow richer, their pockets fed, The poor grow weary, with broken bread. A system unbalanced, a cruel divide, Where dreams are stolen, and hope denied. Is justice a myth, or just for the few? Does dignity vanish when wealth owns you? We close our eyes, pretend not to see, But chains of poverty bind humanity. Inequality screams in silence each day, Do we rise together, or turn away?