Beneath the city lights, shadows dance,
Whispers of hunger echo in the night.
Faces unseen, stories untold,
A tapestry woven with threads of plight.

Where dreams are scarce and hope is a ghost,
Children play in fields of dust and stone.
Laughter is a distant melody,
As poverty claims them as its own.

In silent alleys, the forgotten weep,
Eyes that once sparkled, now dim with despair.
Yet amidst the gloom, a spark ignites,
The strength to rise, to breathe the air.

Together they stand, hands intertwined,
Building a future from fragments of dreams.
For even in darkness, light can be found,
In unity, the world redeems.