In shadows cast by towering walls of gold,
The proletariat's tale of labor unfolds.
In factories humming with the working song,
Their sweat and toil, a narrative strong.
Chained to the gears of capitalism's dance,
They strive for more, but caught in circumstance.
The system's weight upon their weary back,
Yet hope persists in their collective track.
Profit's pursuit, a relentless drive,
Yet in the hearts of workers, dreams survive.
A symphony of voices rising high,
Resilient spirits, they'll never let die.
Inequality's echo, a haunting refrain,
Yet unity sparks, a revolutionary gain.
The proletariat's strength, an unyielding force,
A call for justice, an alternate course.
As the gears of change slowly grind,
A new dawn emerges for the proletariat kind.
In the crucible of struggle, a phoenix shall rise,
A chorus of voices, echoing cries.
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