In the shadows of bustling streets, they tread,
Voices muted by the clamor,
Dreams woven in the fabric of despair,
Yet hope flickers like a distant star.

Children’s laughter echoes in empty alleys,
Their innocence veiled by hunger’s touch,
Eyes that speak of untold stories,
In a world that turns a blind eye.

Hands reach out for compassion’s warmth,
Yet find only cold indifference,
The walls of society tower high,
Dividing hearts, building silent cries.

But in the cracks of this broken pavement,
The seeds of change begin to stir,
A whisper of unity among the discord,
A call to see, to act, to care.