In a land shadowed by siege and suffering, a famine is declared at the highest rung of hunger. Hundreds of thousands of children face malnutrition, with tens of thousands in the most dangerous depths. Aid workers speak with urgent tenderness: life-saving food must move freely, and a ceasefire must open wide the doors for large-scale relief. Yet officials debate labels while the drumbeat of conflict continues to press on, and the world holds its breath for a corridor of mercy to appear.

And yet there is a deeper famine at work—one that gnaws beyond the stomach and into the soul of the Earth. Our Mother Earth bears the bruises of extraction, the wounds of constant extraction: soil stripped, waters poisoned, forests felled to feed a machine that worships profit over life. The old colonial sins persist in new clothing: maps drawn to decide who belongs, who starves, who lends a hand, who is left to endure in silence. The toxic capitalist system turns a basic need—food—into leverage, into bargaining chips, into assets on a ledger, while the most vulnerable pay the price with their bodies, their futures, their very breath.

We must confront this triple famine with a radical, compassionate remedy. First, heed the call for immediate, unhindered access—food is a birthright, not a bargaining chip. Then uproot the economy of scarcity that weaponizes relief and perpetuates debt, exploitation, and displacement. Rebuild with agroecology, seed sovereignty, and local stewardship that honor soil, water, and community health. Redirect aid toward dignity: cash, services, and protections that restore households to resilience rather than dependence on emergency cycles.

Let us heal the rifts carved by empire and commerce with the same tenderness we offer to a child at the breast. Let the rivers murmur of justice, the olive trees witness reform, and the people’s tables fill with enough for every family to thrive. May the ceasefire open not only corridors for food but corridors for healing—reparations for the wounds of colonialism, a restructuring of trade that respects life over luxury, and a future where Earth’s song can be sung again by all beings, without fear of the next round of hunger.