In lands where wealth is but a fleeting dream,
The silent cries of hunger softly stream.
Children’s eyes, a haunting plea,
In the shadows of plenty, they yearn to be free.

Empty plates tell tales of despair,
Innocence lost in the cold, harsh air.
Malnutrition steals their youthful glow,
A silent thief in the night’s gentle flow.

Fields barren, yet hope still clings,
In the hearts where resilience softly sings.
A world asleep to their endless plight,
Yet in the darkness, they seek the light.

With every dawn, a new chance to fight,
To turn the whispers into shouts of right.
Together, let us break these chains,
And fill the world with love that reigns.