ASTINA LAY

UBI, never let needy hungry on the face of earth.  Short version  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 ...

UBI, what if I'm missing the necessary. Solve it, opportunity for statues.  Long version  You can't have all you want but not having all you need,         it's a pity, unworthy economic being, don't expect a man plant growing grains, fruits and juices, rise to the heights  of your human nature's creator, make them a gift,  and have as gift life's gift, for piece of mind, with our society's work. Still hunger is a scare,  unconsciously makes you  rushing running hurrying pushing. Why, ask your god and,  bring the answer down to earth. Say it to the tall powers  to whom earth belongs to, what's misery for, while there is plenty. Where is my piece of mind  and fulfillment. Other species await in you, without sorrow questions so without negative fillings, freer about its well being. Forces of petty power up there must do what's needed, powers abstract, unknown, like the sky,  always ...