In the shadows of hunger’s grasp, we lie,
Beneath the starless, hunger-ridden sky.
In every breath, a silent, aching sigh,
As dreams of abundance quietly die.

The empty bowls, a testament so stark,
To throats that thirst and stomachs that bark.
In fields of plenty, the shadows mark,
The souls adrift, the spirits left dark.

Yet in the hearts of those who still believe,
A flicker of hope they strive to retrieve.
For in unity, they weave and conceive,
A world where hunger no longer deceives.

So let us rise, with empathy and grace,
To banish hunger from this sacred place.
With open hands and a kinder face,
Together we forge a brighter space.