Soul's Wisdom

  If only we saw not with eyes, but with the   ancestral heart   that beats beneath the soil of our birth... If only we sensed the   leopard's agility   in our stride—the strength that built pyramids without cranes... If only we heard our   elders' wisdom   over the static of imported absurdities... If only we   smelled the rot   in aid packages gilded with empty promises... If only our fingers traced the   false glitter   of fool’s gold before trading diamonds for trinkets... If only we   outgrew the fairy tales   of Western saviors—their equality a mirage in our deserts... If only we   tasted truth   like honey hunters—knowing sugar dissolves, but honey heals... If only we   dissected every "gift"   with the courage of those who refuse poisoned alms... If only we   felt the pulse   of our soil—knowing it holds cures their labs still steal... If only we   saw the fire  ...