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… that my happiness was denial, and in my ignorance… I become their victim... No longer happy, no longer glad.
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 hear the muffled sounds of laughing… dancing in the air.
I watched the sun set as they toiled in the sand... their weathered bodies burnt brown... their hair tied with the winds of time... these poor figures of sublime delight..
I watched as they walked home at night... carrying their burdens... atop their heads, their legs bent low, but never a complaint... not even from the old.
As I drew nearer… they could see clearer. And, what was once a cry of joy… in their happy soul… Became the woeful morn of victims... to behold.
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.