It is for love that I stand in streets
and call out hate,
and sketch what is wrong.

It is for love that I am given
over to the demand to be kind,
and reach across the silent gap.

It is for love that I listen and
comfort, taking a hand and
taking the time in a frenetic world.

It is for love that I listen to my
voice that says to me: stop,
you are your own, you are not bought.

 

18/4/2026