In the silence of empty plates,
Where whispers of hunger reside,
A longing tale unfolds each fate,
In shadows where the hungry abide.

The moon casts a silver gleam,
On dreams of bread yet to be,
A fleeting hope in a midnight dream,
A promise veiled in mystery.

Through the shadows of the starving night,
A chorus of silent cries,
Echoes of a forgotten plight,
Beneath the vast and starlit skies.

Beyond the echoes of famine’s call,
Lies a land of plenty unseen,
Where hunger’s shadow will fall,
And hope will rise serene.