The Greedy Ones came today. It is not the first time they have visited their ways upon our village. I knew they were coming, but I did not know when. I was not home when they raped and plundered our Sacred Space. It is difficult to accept.
I saw the destruction from afar, as I approached the village. This is not the first time I have seen the mayhem and callous indifference that the Greedy Ones leave in the wake of their campaign. It is painful to see.
I stopped. I looked at the confusion. I could not move for several minutes. The machines of their destruction are invincible. The strong take what they want. They care nothing about the effect that impales the weak.
I turned to leave. There was a child sitting on a small hill. I could tell that she was despondent too. She looked at me. I could see in her eyes that she thought I was also a Greedy One. I did not have the strength to comfort her.