Small Hands Changing the World

In the corners of bustling markets,

Small hands work tirelessly,

Arranging dreams on empty baskets,

Turning wounds into pure courage.

 

On their faces, sweat tells a story,  

Of countless nights filled with toil and worry.

Their steps may sound faint and low,

Yet their traces build the nation's soul.

Small traders, resilient entrepreneurs,  

Reviving economies on the verge of fractures.

Fighting battles with no shields in sight,

Their faith becomes a torch burning bright.

Elsewhere, unemployment lingers still,  

Caged in shadows, silent and chill.

Yet destiny calls them to rise anew,

Crafting a future from fragments they knew.

Oh, these small hands,  

You are more than seekers of bread,

You are the beating heart of this land,

Planting hope where dreams once bled.

Let us embrace them with prayers and aid,  

Give space to the small businesses they've made.

For they are the pillars of our lifeblood,

Driving the times, shaping futures in the mud.