The Love Deficit

by Wolfram Alderson | Pupazzo Universo

THE LOVE DEFICIT

Clarinet intro…

Doctor, doctor—

What’s the diagnosis?

Crowded cities, empty hearts

Too much signal, not enough chorus

What’s the diagnosis?

The Love Deficit!

What’s the diagnosis?

The Love Deficit!

We are starving for Love!

In a civilization overfed

Overfed on everything

Except what makes life worth living

Overfed! Underloved!

That’s the Love Deficit!

Too much sugar

Too much screen

Too much noise

Too much machine

Too much war

Too much greed

Too much wanting

Not enough need

Too much fear!

Not enough feeling!

Too much buying!

Not enough healing!

We mistook stimulation for nourishment

Consumption for communion

Access for belonging

Performance for union

The Love Deficit!

A public health crisis

Of the soul and spirit!

Fear is the louder signal

Love is the truer one

Fear can flood the circuit

Love can tune everyone

Not loud like distortion

Not sharp like a lie

Love with a backbone

Love that won’t let our children die

Love that won’t let missiles fly

Fear is noise!

Love is signal!

Fear is noise!

Love is signal!

Love needs a truer transmission

A high-fidelity sign

A full-spectrum rhythm

For the body and the mind

A signal so clear

It becomes a song

In the head, heart, and soul

Where we all belong

Head! Heart! Soul!

Make it music in us!

Love can tune everyone!

Make us whole!

Make us one!

Put it in the bassline

Put it in the drum

Put it in the stomp

Till the children come

Put it in the handclap

Put it in the street

Put it in the schools

Put it in the beat

Put it in the kitchen!

Put it in the care!

Put it in the shelter!

Put it everywhere!

Love is not a Hallmark

Love is not perfume

Love is not a hashtag

Floating in the room

Love is protection

Love is a shield

Love is the hand

That refuses to yield

Love is the medicine!

Love is the meal!

Love is the thing

That makes survival real!

Don’t market Love

Make it undeniable

Bring it like water

Bring it like survival

Show them the hungry

Show them the wound

Show them the lonely

In every room

Then show them the table!

Then show them the chair!

Then show them the welcome—

Show them somebody cares!

Bring Love like breakfast

Bring Love like home

Bring Love like the right

Not to die alone

Bring Love like shelter

Bring Love like light

Bring Love like the reason

We still choose to fight

Bring Love like bread!

Bring Love like breath!

Bring Love like the promise

That outlives death!

We are drowning in stimulation

Dying of disconnection

Scrolling through the wreckage

Calling that connection

But the body knows

And the spirit can tell

We’ve been living in heaven’s outline

Inside a private hell

Overstimulated!

Underheld!

Overconnected!

Unfulfilled!

No more counterfeit

No more chrome

No more empty calories

Calling themselves home

No more fear merchants

Running the floor

Open up the storehouse—

We were made for more

Open up the storehouse!

Open up the door!

Love is the surplus

We were made for!

Belonging!

Tenderness!

Witness!

Courage!

Mindfulness!

Justice!

Beauty!

Communion!

That’s the inventory!

So doctor, doctor—

What’s the prescription?

More Love in it!

What’s the treatment plan?

More Love in it!

What’s the revolution?

More Love in it!

What’s the restoration?

More Love in it!

THE LOVE DEFICIT!

We are starving for Love!

THE LOVE DEFICIT!

Overfed on everything else!

Underfed on what makes life worth living!

Overfed on everything else!

Underfed on what makes life worth living!

THE LOVE DEFICIT!

Fear is noise—

Love is signal!

THE LOVE DEFICIT!

Love is signal!

THE LOVE DEFICIT!

Love is signal!

Head! Heart! Soul!

Make us whole!

Love can tune everyone!

Put more love in it!

Love is it!

The love is it!

Love is it!