In the silence of the bustling streets,
Where hope once danced in vibrant hues,
Shadows of despair now softly greet,
The dreams of many, lost and bruised.

The winds carry tales of broken pride,
Echoes of laughter now turned to sighs,
Beneath the weight where sorrows hide,
A million stories in tear-streaked eyes.

Fields lie barren, hearts heavy with dread,
The golden grains of yesterday gone,
In homes where hunger and fear are fed,
The light of dawn seems far withdrawn.

Yet in the ashes, a glimmer of grace,
Hands join together, forging anew,
In unity, a resilient embrace,
The seeds of hope begin to bloom through.