In the shadows of forgotten streets,
Where hunger's silence softly speaks,
A tale unfolds of dreams unsown,
In the realm where poverty has grown.
Beneath the weight of empty stares,
Hope's ember flickers, caught in snares,
A symphony of need, unheard,
In the alleys where despair's incurred.
Hands outstretched, seeking crumbs of grace,
Faces etched with lines, life's harsh embrace,
In the dance of shadows, where dreams decay,
Poverty's echo persists, day by day.
A world divided, wealth and dearth,
A tale of struggles, of humble worth,
Yet, within each heart, a spark remains,
Yearning for a world without these chains.
So let us listen to the whispers true,
Of those who seek a life anew,
For in unity, compassion's light,
Can pierce the darkness, make it bright.
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