In the shadow of the city lights,
Where whispers of hunger softly tread,
Silent cries echo through the nights,
An endless ache, a dream unfed.
Children’s laughter fades away,
Replaced by the growl of empty need,
In fields where golden grains should sway,
Only barren soil and silent plead.
The world spins on, in blissful blind,
To the hollow hearts and empty hands,
A silent storm within the mind,
As hunger sweeps across the lands.
Yet hope flickers, a gentle spark,
In the hearts of those who dare to see,
A brighter dawn, a kinder mark,
A world where hunger ceases to be.