In the alleys where dreams are thin,
Silent whispers of despair begin,
Children’s laughter fades to sighs,
As hunger paints the darkened skies.

Homes built on fragile hopes,
Tattered clothes and fraying ropes,
Promises broken, futures sold,
In the grip of poverty, lives unfold.

Eyes that once held stars so bright,
Now dimmed by endless nights,
Empty plates and hollow stares,
A world that seems to never care.

Yet within the gloom, a spark remains,
A flicker of hope amidst the chains,
For even in the darkest night,
The dawn will bring a new light.