In the shadow of towering dreams,
Where whispers of empty plates reside,
Children with eyes like fading stars,
Seek solace in a world unkind.

The sun casts golden rays above,
Yet hunger gnaws with silent might,
In alleys where hopes are frail and thin,
Struggles dance in the fading light.

A mother’s tears fall gentle, slow,
Her lullaby a mournful song,
As echoes of forgotten meals,
Resound where they don’t belong.

Yet in the heart where courage dwells,
A spark ignites, a will to fight,
For every soul in hunger’s grasp,
A brighter dawn, a hopeful night.