What Are We Craving? Norma Tanega

What are we craving?
Why are we cold?
We are the prosperous
The children are cold

The hunger of living
Brings badness in time
I see a sad woman
Who smiles for a dime

His home is tomorrow
His hunger his life
He never competes
In the gold seeker strife

A land who we pity
A land we despise
What is this pleasure
That lives in his eyes?

What are we craving?
Hungry and cold
The coins fill our pockets
With wonders untold