Anger, Desire, Hunger.

I had to hear them all,
All they had to say and do,
Hoping that they would by themselves
Look at the problem,
Anger?,
They have been ceaselessly talking
About it for centuries now,
Only talking,
Never dealing,
Never realizing where it rises and feeds;
The Desires, and if let, how it burns,
Hunger too burns me,
I am a system, and these,
Anger, desire, hunger are very simple,
They are the forms of me,
And what burns about me,
There was never anything about them
To be talked, never,
But they did,
And I had to listen,
And ask, does life have
Any meaning?