In the silent streets where echoes fade,
The whispers of dreams once bright,
Now linger like shadows in the shade,
Beneath the veil of endless night.

Hunger wraps its cold embrace,
Around the hopes of yesterday,
Faces etched with time’s trace,
In search of a brighter day.

The fields lie barren, stories untold,
Of hands that once sowed and reaped,
Now gripped by the chill of old,
In memories, their secrets kept.

Yet in the heart, a flicker remains,
A spark of resilience, quietly burns,
Through storms and economic chains,
The spirit of humanity turns.