Who will love? Who will see?
They do not look like you, nor do they look like me.
Awake, o sleeper–
You’ve barricade yourself behind a wall. While those who came to feast are left out to starve.
Give them scraps you say, from over high walls.
How about unlock your gates, demolish the partition.
Let the hungry come eat. Sit them on your left and on your right.
To the least who thinks he is nothing, sit him at the head.
Honor him as worthy. Take it in, watch love grow.