Starving

I hunger for love.

I hunger louder than their cannons,

louder than their venom,

louder than the knives they set upon my plate.

I will not swallow hate.

I will not drink their poison.

I will not bow to their feast of blood.

I hunger for love,

and my hunger is holy,

my hunger is fire,

my hunger is a storm that will not still.

And, when love comes,

when it pours like water,

when it breaks like bread,

when it blooms like mercy on every tongue;

the whole starving world will rise.

The whole starving world will feed,

and the whole starving world will remember;

what it means to eat.