The 21'st Century Tribal?

I live in a world surrounded by concrete jungles that streched high up into the sky.I am lost in a city where friendly faces of my people are gone.I do not the tongues they speak and their eyes stared deep into my soul.As I walked on paths that lit up in the dark,metal horses screamed at me as they run down black roads.“Do I belong here?“is the question I asked myself most of the time.I long for the green fields,the woods where creatures roamed undisturbed by men and most of all,my people,with their sun-burnt faces smiling at me as I walk past them in our small world.I traded these simple joys in life for an education which could not and will not help me living a life in a world that is changing economically,culturally and politically.I remain oblivious of the essentials in life eventhough I have been educated in all the knowledge of western sciences.I was never taught how to catch a fish,climb a tree or cook rice in firewood.The knowledge I attain from this education,I could not use.My tribal education for a simple tribal life is far better than all the riches and high life western education could get me.I am a 21'st century tribal whose way of life,culture and language is gradually endangered by the westernization.I fear for my people.

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