Pangs are incessant and real

The hungry don’t have zeal

They cannot be blamed

Hunger cannot be tamed

The breadbasket is for all

Nature freely shares its haul

The mind puts a hard stop

Seeking cash for Nature’s crop

The hungry have one desire

To put an end to that fire

Who can they trust?

When clutching dry dust

There will be no more hunger

If the mind lessens the plunder

Desire grows selfish aspirations

Nature has other inclinations