Ignorance

This entry is part 4 of 16 in the series Postcards from a Conquistador

 

Poem: 'The locals are so ignorant, they didn't even know that they were poor until we told them. We put them to work turning mountains upside-down. When the mountains are gone we'll make a fortune farming the wind.'

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7 Replies to “Ignorance”

  1. Thanks, guys. I had originally drafted something around the idea of eyeteeth, but decided that was a bit too obvious. I’m glad to hear the image itself is sufficient to get that part of it across.

  2. The Righteous Believer

    Consoling myself that all must die sometime,
    In quiet grace I consent
    to my poverty
    and the injustice
    they
    do
    me.

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