In the hollow whispers of barren streets,
Where dreams once soared, now they retreat,
Shadows loom over silent cries,
As futures fade beneath dim skies.

The earth, parched and weary, weeps,
Cradling stories in its depths, it keeps,
Of souls who wander, lost and worn,
Seeking solace in a world forlorn.

In bread lines stretching far and wide,
Hope clings to every tear they’ve cried,
Hands once strong now tremble slight,
As they grasp for dawn in endless night.

Yet still within these hearts confined,
Resilience blooms, a hope refined,
For even when the darkness reigns,
The spirit, unyielding, breaks its chains.