Wounds and Scars

Once upon a time lived two tribes
The men of first tribe were unhappy and evil
The men of second tribe were happy and noble
One day the evil struck the noble
Took over their land
Raped their wives
And enslaved their men

The happy tribesmen now worked twelve-hour days
Under the threats of hunger, fear, and pain
The physically strong were kept alive with food and shelter
The weak ones abandoned without any care
The unhappy tribesmen were freed of bodily labor
They could now pursue thinking and contemplation

To the unhappy tribe were born the children of privilege
To the happy tribe were born the children of misfortune
Over time these children bore more children
The bodies and minds of the two tribes adapted to their new roles
Institutions developed to help strengthen the new realities
Both tribes forgetting how they came to be

The children of the unhappy tribe had minds full of wonder
The children of the happy tribe had hearts heavily burdened
The children of the unhappy tribe created science and technology
The children of the happy tribe watched with envy
The children of the unhappy tribe celebrated life
The children of the happy tribe feared for their lives

Centuries later children of the unhappy tribe discovered
The many injustices of their ancestors
Their hearts filled up with undeserved emotions
Of sadness, remorse, guilt, and anger
They freed the children of the happy tribe
And shared with them a piece of their pie
But their acceptance came from a heart of contrition
Not a heart flowing with love and benediction

The children of the happy tribe wanted affection
Not the pity arising from the historical infraction
Though their wounds were beginning to heal
They could not see blinded by the scars
Some children of the unhappy tribe saw the scars
Quickly announced that sharing of pie created scars
So the children of the happy tribe were abandoned
With their partially healed wounds and their visible scars