In my native Africa,
The nomads roam, hunt and gather,
They lack technology and we refer to them as primitive.
Here in the west, we build a system with money,
People go to school decades just to survive
The safety hazards and the like.
The quest for power is immense.
It brings deep greed and mendacious thoughts,
Yet for the nomads they have cooperation and a system
That rewards for ingenuity, such as catching the morning dew
On leaves placed in the shade.
Nobody goes hungry, and the sharing is there.
No need for greedy capitalists, or food banks,
no taxation or resentment, just cooperation.
Aren't we really the primitive ones?
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Comments (9)
Human greed has brought misery. God will intervene. There, deep in Africa, the truth is brighter.
mendacious - what a smashing word 😁
Very clever poem, well-written, and with a relevant message! When I went to Africa, specifically to Zambia, I was impressed by the slow pace of life. I felt like an alien. ☀️
Insightful and poignantly written!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
I truely enjoyed this ✍️♦️♦️♦️♦️
Sometimes we get so caught up in systems that we forget there are other ways to live that prioritize cooperation and sharing over competition.
It leaves us questioning our own societal values and what truly constitutes progress.
Truer words were never spoken Sid. That is why-, given a choice, I would live with the old Native American Indians with no regrets. The land, the clouds and the wind speak to them and they understand it, The true African does the same. We have destroyed the real meaning of life. We all need to wake up.
Ah, the irony. Loved your poem!