Beneath the shadow of the city lights,
Where dreams wither in the cold of night,
Faces etched with lines of despair,
Hunger’s grip, a relentless snare.

Children with eyes that plead and yearn,
For a world where no one takes their turn,
To taste the bread of human care,
In this life so harsh and unfair.

Streets echo with the cries of need,
Souls searching for a chance to feed,
The empty hands, the broken heart,
In poverty’s cruel, unyielding art.

Yet hope glimmers in the darkest hour,
A promise of a world to empower,
Where hunger’s cry is heard no more,
And every spirit learns to soar.