The pangs of hunger like me,
For which I've sold all that I've held dear,
Leaving me, still hungry,
Not even 'friends', whom I've helped in the past,
Are any good to me,
For they judge, and also recognize,
Their potential destiny,
And if it was okay,
To let my desires overtake,
I would simply take what I need,
But here, your living you must make,
It's all unnatural,
This disconnect with your heart,
Everyone hungers, and are denied,
Unless they do their part.
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