Like a statue I want to be,
never have needs,
or stems I want to grow,
heavy with grains and fruits,
a self sustained being,  
let us needy hungry not be.

Since the start of time
your destiny was shaped
by your cell's needs,
a petty survival,
worshiping for this,
eating your piece of mind away.  
How different it would have been,
if they always came to you
like nature's gift: mother's feed.
If could only mind's needs shaped us,
they are different needs,
of a different destiny,

Never dared look your creator
in the eyes for changing course.
Along with the gods
do for yourself something too.

Metal bodies arms and fingers,
need's daughters, the inventions,
point on me economic being:
have what you need,
not having is not allowed.
Rise to your creator's greatness
make them a gift, a life's gift.

If you can't have all,
it's a pity human race
not to have what you need
nowadays, effortlessly,
with society's work only,
for the piece of your mind
and fulfillment, for a new calmer
human being to emerge.
The search for food made us
warriors and political,
a mind by itself is not such,
has different needs.

Nerve cells are driving us
and learned logic can't stop them.
Stop them without a lift of a finger.
"A Basic Income is an income
unconditionally granted to all o
n an individual basis,
without means test
or work requirement"