Brewing
They roll in like rain clouds.
Dark
Stormy
Ignorant
Determined
Unwelcome.
“We’ll save you!”
They cry.
“You won’t have to slave away in a field for 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, in poor conditions, any more!”
What they really mean is
We’ll take away your jobs
So you will not work 12 hour days
Or have money for your family
For food
Or shelter.
We’ll impose our ignorance on your lives
To make ourselves feel better
And you will be grateful.
“Here is some rice for you!”
They cry!
“We will feed the starving children!”
They proclaim.
“Do not go hungry for one more day!”
When what they are really doing is feeding the suffering.
Eat up our ignorance
So that we can feel worthy
And you will live to see another day
To suffer another day
Because you dying would make us face our own mortality.
We would have to then acknowledge that all is not well in the world.
That good people die for no reason.
Or, God forbid, we might even have to face the prospect that sometimes,
Death is more sacred than life.
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They roll in like rain clouds.
Dark
Stormy
Ignorant
Determined
Unwelcome.
The do gooders.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I LOVE it. It is so very easy to agree when you are starving, and staring at the barrel of a gun.
Sammi, I know about Missionaries. I know about ignorance. I know about determination and pride.
FANTASTIC.
Where have you been? STAY!
Ta Megan.
It doesn’t read like I thought it.
But then I didn’t think it very clearly so that’s probably a good thing.
And read the blog title again:
“Sammi Speaks. SOMETIMES.”
For a write you sure suck at words sometimes.
Rain storms are not what they always appear. I got it.
This is incredible Sammi – your style of writing is so powerful, so fluid, so very impressive