I Was Poor And Did Not Kown It.
I was poor and I didn’t know it… I was happy and they said I was sad… I was ignorant until they taught me…
Then I saw that I was poor and became sad… and that my happiness was denial and my ignorance made me a victim…
I have seen the world… where children sit naked in a puddle… their bellies swelling from lack of nourishment… but, with such a smile it would make an angel cry.
I have seen the ignorant living in squalor… their hovels of mud, with thatched roofs, baked by the sun… but, they did not know they were victims until I had come.
I have seen the ocean breach the shores where dark skinned women… waded in the brine, as they had done since the beginning of time…
I watched as their children danced, beneath the palms… I saw their dirty faces… As, the wind blew their hair I could here the muffled sounds of laughing… in the air.
As I drew nearer… they could see clearer. And, what was once a cry of joy… in their happy souls… Became the woeful morn of victims.
By:
Ronald A. Nelson
Col. US Army (ret.)
The Western world with all its knowledge often acts in ignorance… and with their arrogance… proclaims the cry of joy… victims.
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