Beneath the stars, a silent cry,
An echo of longing in the night,
Shadows dance where hope once lay,
In the heart of the unseen fight.

A whisper carried by the wind,
Unheard by those who pass by,
In empty streets and hollow homes,
Where dreams and hunger vie.

The eyes speak volumes, deep and wide,
A tale of need untold,
Where the soul’s hunger never fades,
In the bitter cold.

Yet amidst the shadows, a spark remains,
A glimmer of what could be,
The silent cry of hunger’s reign,
Awaiting to be free.