Beneath the city’s glaring light
The hungry roam with empty hands.
Their whispers fade into the night,
While towers rise on shifting sands.

The children play on broken streets,
Where laughter fights the sounds of cries.
The world looks on you, yet rarely meets
The truth that hides beyond our lies.

A mother weeps for wages low,
Her dreams confined by office walls.
The seeds of hope refuse to grow,
Yet still she rises when night calls.

We see the pain, yet do we care?
Our silence feeds injustice’ flame.
To stand, to speak, to do, to share,
Is more than just a feelting claim.