In the stillness of the night, whispers cry,
Empty bellies under the moon’s pale light,
Shadows dance where dreams once lie,
Hunger’s grip, a relentless fight.

Children’s laughter, now a haunting plea,
Echoes in the alleys, cold and dark,
Hopes wither like leaves from a dying tree,
Hearts heavy with a perpetual mark.

The dawn breaks with no relief in sight,
Another day with empty plates,
Eyes that once sparkled, now dull and light,
Hunger’s chains, a cruel fate.

Yet in the depths of this silent despair,
A flicker of hope, a spark of care,
Hands reaching out in a world so fair,
Together, we break this hunger’s snare.