When we were born with no possession,
the love received was our concession,
no worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In mother's arms we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard,
possessions became our master and lord.