Stone Jungle: The Capital and the Soul

In every glance, feelings revealed,
Secrets to the wind, desires concealed.
In every act, love portrayed,
Drowned in venom, beneath a stretched veil.

Close to the truth, the mask hides,
Man-object, no hell abides.
Grains of sand, value in sight,
Insensitive ears, hard to fight.

Corruption burns, streets bleed pain,
Man-object, used, discarded, in vain.
Heart burdened, easy for you?
Favela’s plight, eyes in rue.

A scream in the dark, few want to hear,
News, headlines that draw near.
A new story to weave,
Hands work hard, homes to conceive.

Life's corridors, made of stone,
Calm by the clock, serenity unknown.
Life in the jungle, drawing to an end,
Run to a place just for them, my friend.

Stone hearts, eyes that see,
Thoughts capitalized, souls in freeze.
Inhabitants adrift, among cars,
Scent of smoke, in all spars.

Pure air, an unreachable luxury,
Automated, burdens heavily.
Repeat the same story,
We brush past, memories quarry.

Stone jungle, crime on corners,
System unarmed, illusions as mourners.
Created for ourselves,
All seek a path, homes on shelves.

Pawns on the board, fallen knights,
Kings remain, in endless fights.
System’s children, on the trail,
Insist on selling, truth that prevails.

Two faces, one coin, distinct stories,
Hidden truths, futile glories.
Moralist generation, precepts delude,
When unseen, values conclude!