CONFESSION ZERO

I see a world of starvation stooping down to the machine, then rising to the sound of clocks ticking of riches, material nourishment. I see a world in anguish, bowing to war and accepting disorder as if peace were dead and buried, useless as an unexploded shell. I see a globe filling up with the least of man, the plague of man seeping into her veins from the lowest reaches, into our worship. Starvation has many faces. Let us begin at the edges of our own and erect a visage worthy of a smiling peace, of devotion. © 2010 by mark prime Starvation.net