Hungry Hearts
Today’s draft came about after I heard that SNAP benefits might be withheld for millions of people.
I am starving for a common sense that binds us, that reminds us we all need to eat and breathe the same air that we can feel but not see, to be free. Free of the unnecessary strings that unbound us from one another but tied us to corporate greed. Free from the recycled and repurposed propaganda of manufactured wars and news of the day, yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Free from news and headlines that cycle around the abyss, the pit, the inferno, of hell on earth not made in heaven but by devilish hypocrites who should know better than to cast the first stone or withhold nutrition from famished children and mothers and their grandmothers, families, for nothing more than temporary attention to make a buck off the backs of those who are restricted by the boots on their necks. Boots that history placed there by those who only deceive themselves, for illusions of power and control will never be satisfied by those who are desperate to control those who are already desperate to be free from arbitrary arbitration and incarceration that amounts to unwarranted torture, not law and order. We cannot be in the land of the free, home of the brave, where the pursuit of happiness does not ring for the rumbling bellies that make it impossible to sleep at night, any night, every night. Bellies that roil with an inherited, regurgitated anger they’ve embodied for centuries, initially spewed forth by upside-down crosses inverted alongside pointy hats and proclamations of hate as misaligned faith, with no place left to go but out not in. Out into a world that needs to nourish claims of need and offer a plate of humanity, to feed malnourished souls and hearts. Hearts that are weak because they are in need of rights, decency, reciprocity. Hearts like mine, like yours. Hearts that beat the same color blood. Hearts that see, that feel, everything. Hearts that are welling up, reaching out, to connect as one in the same world on some other humanly spiritual plane. Hearts that are hungry. Hungry for… fill in the blanks…
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