In the concrete jungle’s heart, where shadows deep reside,
Voices echo, unheard, beneath the urban tide.
Dreams are woven, yet unravel in the night,
As the streets whisper tales of a restless fight.

The silent cries of hunger, the muted plea for peace,
In alleyways forgotten, where hopes seem to cease.
Broken homes and shattered dreams, a canvas of despair,
Painted with the struggles of those who live nowhere.

Children of the night, with futures dim and bleak,
Wander through the darkness, their spirits growing weak.
In the corridors of power, where the privileged reside,
The plight of the voiceless, they’re too quick to deride.

Yet amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope shines,
In unity and empathy, our destinies align.
Together we can rise, from the ashes of dismay,
And build a world of justice, where everyone has a say.