In the shadows of the dust, hope withered thin,
Streets once alive, now silent and grim.
Dreams crumbled like fragile paper in hand,
The weight of despair spread across the land.

Faces worn by the struggle’s harsh embrace,
Eyes searching for light in this desolate place.
The laughter of children, a memory distant and faint,
Hunger and sorrow, the canvas they paint.

Fields lay barren, the earth’s plea unheard,
Farmers’ hands idle, once rich with the soil’s word.
Cities echoed with the cries of the lost,
Every dawn a reminder of the heavy cost.

Yet, in the heart’s depth, resilience did bloom,
A whisper of hope amidst the gloom.
For even in darkness, light finds its way,
Promising a brighter, more prosperous day.