Through streets of pavement grey, among the city hustle
she and her sick brother slowly shuffle
Tapping at car windows, looking through the glass
Coins dropped near their feet or tossed to their path
Faces pass, ignoring the wolfish eyes of hunger
She hunts around, a meal for her brother.
But alas! The day is done and the sun begins to set
Hand in hand they trudge in the rain, slippery and wet
Through and alley awaits a home made of board
That is their life, that is all they can afford.
They pull out the loaf of bread she wishes they had bought
The Baker had run behind, but she was not caught
They eat in silence, no words need to be spoken
Silence has a sound, yet it seems to be broken.
Together in a huddle they get ready to sleep
She could not, it was cold, all she could do was weep
She hears her brother asleep softly breathing
She closes her eyes, let it be soothing.
May tomorrow be a blessed day
Every scrap of bread, let it come our way
Pray for the sun,birds and blue sky,they say
Pangs of hunger for them are far away
Day after day, night after night
This is her prayer, to live and to fight.