In shadows deep, where whispers fade,
Lies the silent cry of hunger’s blade.
Empty bowls and hollow eyes,
A plea for life beneath the skies.

Frail hands reach out in vain,
Seeking solace, escaping pain.
The earth, so rich, yet hearts are poor,
Injustice knocks on every door.

Fields of gold, but none to share,
The irony of wealth laid bare.
A world that turns its back on need,
While children starve, their spirits bleed.

Let us break these chains of plight,
Ignite the flame, bring forth the light.
For every soul deserves to thrive,
In a world where all can stay alive.