In the shadowed corners of forgotten streets,
Where dreams lie tethered to the dust,
Voices whisper tales of hunger’s bite,
In silent cries, they place their trust.

Beneath the stars, a cardboard palace glows,
A kingdom of hope in the cold,
Where children weave visions from the moon’s soft light,
As stories of warmth unfold.

The wind carries songs of distant dreams,
In alleys where echoes never fade,
A symphony of longing, of endless night,
In hearts where resilience is made.

Yet in the dawn’s embrace, a flicker remains,
A promise of change, a light reborn,
For in the heart of poverty’s silent cry,
Lies the strength of a new morn.