In the shadowed corners of forgotten streets,
Where whispers of hunger softly meet,
A silent cry echoes through the night,
Seeking solace in the morning light.

Empty eyes gaze upon the fleeting stars,
Dreams of bread behind iron bars,
A world divided by invisible lines,
Where hunger’s tale quietly entwines.

Grains of hope scatter in the wind,
As empty hands yearn for a friend,
Still the heart beats a gentle plea,
For a world where all can be free.

In the echoes of a growling stomach’s sound,
Resides a longing to be unbound,
From the chains of want and silent despair,
To a place where love and food are fair.