In the shadows where silence dwells,
Lies the whisper of an aching soul,
Yearning for a morsel to quell,
The hunger that takes its toll.

The sun rises with its golden hue,
Yet hearts remain heavy, dreams confined,
For the promise of a meal anew,
Is a hope that’s hard to find.

Children play with weary eyes,
Their laughter a fragile facade,
In their world of endless sighs,
Hunger becomes the constant bard.

But in the night, beneath the stars,
A prayer for change softly unfolds,
For a future where hunger’s scars,
Are stories only the past holds.