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?
About the Creator
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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