In the darkest corners, where whispers fade to night,
Lies a realm of sorrow, hidden from the light.
Faces etched with hunger, eyes devoid of dreams,
The silent cries of poverty, like haunting, distant screams.
Streets lined with shadows, homes built on despair,
Every day a struggle, every breath a prayer.
Children of the nowhere, lost to time and space,
Searching for a future, in a world thatâs out of place.
Hands that reach for mercy, hearts that yearn for grace,
In the land of plenty, they find no embrace.
Broken spirits wander, through the endless night,
Hoping for a sunrise, to end their plight.
Yet in the depth of darkness, a spark of hope remains,
For even in the harshest storms, love withstands the pains.
Together we can rise, and banish every fear,
To build a world of kindness, where poverty disappears.