Love: The Last Revolution
by Kim Sorrelle
Distinguished leaders, brothers and sisters of this world—
I stood where the earth shook and walls crumbled,
where smoke choked the sky and waters swept lives away.
In Haiti, I pulled life from rubble while the earth still trembled.
In New York, I fed first responders in the suffocating ash after 9/11.
In Venezuela, I carried medical supplies after floods swept away tens of thousands.
I saw devastation beyond imagination—
and resilience stronger than steel.
What I saw convinces me of this:
the greatest strength of a leader is not power or profit—
it is love.
Together we hold the pen.
What we write will shape the future—
and the story the world will tell of us.
The ink with which we write must be love—
the only force strong enough
to heal our wounds,
to strip away the labels that divide us,
and to restore the dignity of every human life.
But somewhere along the way, we lost love.
And with it, we lost our very soul.
We made love small.
We made it sentimental.
We treated love like a candle—fragile, flickering—
when it was always the sun: luminous, limitless, lasting.
The world does not need more pride.
The world does not need more greed.
The world does not need more fear.
What the world needs—
is a revolution.
And that revolution—
is love.
Not conditional love.
Not convenient love.
Not calculated love.
Love does not ask “What do you believe?” before it feeds you.
Love does not ask “Where are you from?” before it takes you in.
Love does not ask “Whose side are you on?” before it binds your wounds.
We draw borders—love breaks beyond them.
We build walls—love bursts through them.
We stockpile weapons—love disarms them.
We raise armies—love lifts us all.
We tried pride—and it gave us war.
We tried greed—and it gave us poverty.
We tried fear—and it gave us division.
Now—let us try love.
Create policies that protect the powerless before the powerful.
Write laws with love as the ink.
Clothe the poor before you clothe your pride.
Feed the hungry—starve the hate.
Act as if every decision touches your own family—because it does.
When love leads, justice follows.
When love leads, peace is not a negotiation—
it is a way of life.
When love leads, nations rise.
When love leads, children thrive.
When love leads, the world heals.
I do not stand here to dream.
I stand here to dare.
Now I dare every leader in this room—
to govern with love.
To legislate with love.
To negotiate with love.
To disagree with love.
To live—and if need be, to die—by love.
Because power fades.
Empires fall.
Armies crumble.
Fortunes fade like fog at first light.
But love—
never fails.
Love never fails beyond borders.
Love never fails beyond politics.
Love never fails beyond time.
Love is the one measure by which your leadership will be remembered.
The pen is in our hands.
The page is blank.
And history—
is watching.
The ink with which we write the future must be love.
If not us—then who?
If not now—then when?
If not love—then nothing.
This is the last revolution the world will ever need.
And that revolution—
is love.
