Beneath the silent whispers of the night,
Where dreams are mere shadows in the dark,
A child wakes to the hollow pangs of hunger,
In a world that turns a blind eye to despair.

Streets echo with the footsteps of the weary,
Hands outstretched, seeking just a morsel,
Faces etched with stories of survival,
In the corners where hope dares not to tread.

The sun rises, casting its indifferent glow,
Upon the fragile shelters of the forgotten,
Their voices drowned in the clamor of indifference,
Yet their spirits remain unbroken, steadfast.

In the heart of the storm, a silent promise,
That one day these chains will be shattered,
And from the ashes of poverty and hunger,
A new dawn of compassion will emerge.