In the land where shadows linger long, And whispers tell of hardship's song, There lies a

place where dreams are sparse, And every breath is a whispered farce.

Scarcity, the silent thief of plenty, Leaves souls bereft, hearts empty, In barren fields, where
hope's a wisp, And every dawn a fleeting kiss.

In the eyes of children, hunger's plea, Aching bellies, silent plea, For just a morsel, a crumb
to hold, In the arms of scarcity's cold.

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker shines, A flame of resilience, a spark divine, For in
scarcity's grip, courage thrives, And hope's whisper in the darkness thrives.

Through hardship's veil, a strength is found, In unity's embrace, new seeds are sown, For
scarcity may strip the land bare, But it cannot quench the human flare.

So let us stand, hand in hand, Against the tide of scarcity's demand, For in unity's embrace,
we'll find, A wealth of love, forever entwined.