They didn't ask
The children of
a small village,
barefoot and bright-eyed,
ask not for our help.
Their mothers pray
we will let them alone.
Instead we intrude,
bring medicines and food
and language
and discontent
and disease and despair.
Leave them be –
their beautiful
culture intact,
free to evolve
on their own and
only if they desire.
We should not be
their destiny;
they do not want us,
and we destroy them.
Posted by Amanda at February 06, 2003 10:00 PM
