WHEN THE MISSIONARY ARRIVES

The group leader rushes

To take his bag

And lead him in

Participants stand

Breaking from a social talk

To show respect

To the entering luggage.

He greets the women around

Wondering where men went to

Knowing not

They most attend important meetings.

He sits by the window

Praying for more Oxygen

For he knows the face of the air inside

Is that of the faces around.

From their gazes

He reads tiredness

Yet he would still want to say it in a different way

What other Organizations have spoken to them

Before giving out the bread.

Half a century past independence

He thinks not of a reason

Why these very people

Will  get out of poverty.

He is a missionary

From Europe

And he loves his job

Working with the vulnerable

He knows they are sick

Lazy and pretentious

Beggars and barterers

 Yet benefactors from cardinal sources.

And he never learns

With such simple thoughts

That there are a people

That would better be desperate

Than be fortunate.

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