In the shadows of the bustling streets,
Where dreams are sold and promises break,
A silent cry for hope repeats,
As souls endure for survival’s sake.

Beneath the stars that mock their plight,
Lives tangled in the web of despair,
They search for solace in the night,
But find only the cold, empty air.

The children’s laughter fades away,
Replaced by hunger’s relentless call,
In classrooms where they should play,
They learn the hardest lesson of all.

Yet in their eyes, a spark remains,
A flicker of undying will,
For even in the harshest chains,
The human spirit lingers still.