Compulsion

A miser starves his needs

Thus increasing his desire

For money that he hoards

Suppresses commerce in his ire

The statesman lusts for power

Just to increase his control

And yet to gain this favor

He would gladly sell his soul

The priest wants God’s approval

And tortures his own flesh

Defacing Life’s creation

Through ambition that he wrests

The imbalance of compulsion

Thus, is born of twisted need

These empty holes we try to fill

By digging more indeed

The elegance of balance

Then is born of subtle moves

Correcting with composure

Equilibrium improves