این شعر در دومین سالگرد کنفرانس زوهانسیورگ در آفریقای جنوبی به عنوان بخشی از پانل با موضوع ارزشها و باورهای شخصی که در بکارگیری توسعه پایدار مورد نیاز هستند قرائت شد.بنا به گفته شاعر افراد بسیار زیادی پس از شنیدن این شعر نسبت به آن واکنش نشان داده اند. امیدوارم از خواندن آن لذت ببرید.
The Myth of Sustainable development
by
Nirmala Nair
2/September/2004
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They told me
Our life is no good
In the bundus,
In the villages,
In the deeps
Beyond the cities
Eating like my elders did
Living like my elders did
It took me a long time
To change the way I live.
But change - I did
To develop myself
And my children
To become civilized
Modern,
My elders
They tilled their soil
waited for the moon
Listened to the birds
looked for signs
in the meadows
when to sow
and what to sow
No slave to money and machines,
They lived long and healthy
In the mountains and meadows
Valleys and creeks
With reverence to the sacred land
That nurtured their soul
That fed their body
But
My elders were called ignorant
Primitive and backward
So they sent me to school
To become modern and forward
To become civilized and developed
I changed my food
Eating food I no longer
know where from
Whose farm
No-name food
no-man’s land
Food Fed by poisons
Shaped by machines
Slick and smart
With artificial colorants and flavors
It no longer feeds my soul
Just bloats my stomach
Sluggish and sick
With no real energy
I became a bundle of ailments
My GP my medical-aid
Happy and smiling
Making a living
On perpetually sick living
Then came the day
When I was sent off to
Some big meetings
Full of experts and
Know-it-all talkers
real do-gooders
By the time they finished,
I felt cheated and robbed
While pretending to be the experts
All they gave was
The story of my elders.
First they told my people
They were backward and primitive
Then they made my generation sick and lost
Then they stole the wisdom from my elders
And now they sell it back to me and my children
For a price
A big price
And call it
Sustainable development
But they can't read
the signs
They don't follow the moon
Nor do they know
How to read weather
From the blossom’s on the meadows
Tell me how can they sustain
This thing called Sustainable development
When it has never been lived
By the experts.
Tell me how
Tell me how
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