In the quiet night, under the pale moon’s light,
Shadows whisper tales of endless plight.
Bellies grumble with a muted roar,
Hunger’s grip tightens more and more.

Fields lay barren, crops wither away,
Hands reach out, but there’s no food today.
Children weep with hollow eyes,
Dreams fade, replaced by silent cries.

The scent of bread, a distant memory,
A feast of hope remains a reverie.
Cities pulse with vibrant life,
Yet hunger cuts through like a knife.

Oh, to fill the void, to banish the ache,
To see joy in every bite we take.
Until then, we strive and yearn,
For a world where no one waits their turn.