Inspired by “Famous” by Naomi Shihab Nye~
Ukraine demands freedom.
Silent spaces demand voices,
on mountains of suffocating injustice.
Tears demand to pound out our grief.
Hopes demand a pedestal in our hearts
to become plans.
Work boots demand gritty earth,
which demands only public admiration for being.
Photojournalists demand fame for their coverage of revolution,
but what for their subject matter?
I want to demand justice out of my world,
which perishes from laziness and violence,
so many heavy bodies clipping sidewalk lines,
staring corpses demanding that their cause be seen.
I want to demand like a thirsty flower being satisfied by rain,
or an enlightened prophet after his fast, not because we deserve resolve,
but because to crave it for our fellow man is to love them.
Written in honor of my dear friend Jordan B.
Photograph courtesy of Katie Oostman.