Feeding the world

 Food is for that empty stomach
The world a stomach 
money if for that empty wallet
The world a wallet

The handshake waits
This world longs for friendship

Longs for heat in winter
cool in summer

Moderate times 
a sense of love amid insanity

a quality a safety that doesn't constrict
A judgement that feels like a hug

A slice of God topped with mango and mint
that might feed us for a millenia