In shadows deep, where dreams are frail,
Empty plates tell a silent tale.
Hunger’s whisper, a constant song,
In this world where right feels wrong.

Children’s eyes, a haunting plea,
For a world that they cannot see.
Their laughter lost to the night,
Where hope flickers, dim and slight.

The sun rises on barren lands,
Where struggle is etched in weary hands.
Each dawn brings an endless fight,
For a future hidden from sight.

Yet within these silent cries,
Lies a strength that never dies.
In unity, we find the power,
To change the world, hour by hour.