Beneath the waning moon’s pale light,
Shadows dance of endless night.
In the silence, whispers creep,
Of hunger’s promises, dark and deep.

Children’s cries, a haunting song,
Echo softly, all night long.
Empty bellies, dreams undone,
Waiting for the rising sun.

Fields lie barren, hope is thin,
Where does salvation truly begin?
With every grain, a silent plea,
For an end to this cruel decree.

Let compassion light the way,
To a world where hunger’s sway,
Is but a shadow of the past,
And love’s abundance stands steadfast.