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			<title>Eskimo Poem: Heaven and Hell</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>When we finally die,<br />we know so little about what happens later.<br />But people who dream<br />They often see the dead as they appear<br />as they were in life.<br />And that is why we believe that life does not end here on earth.</p>
<p>We have heard of three places where people go after death:<br />There is a Heavenly Earth, a blessed place<br />where there is no sadness and fear.<br />There were the brave who went there<br />and they came back to tell us about it:<br />They see people with shovels, happy people<br />people of laughter and pleasure.<br />What we see from there are stars like<br />windows on houses in the villages of the dead<br />in Heavenly Earth.</p>
<p>There are other underworlds of the dead:<br />a little deeper there is an area similar to the terrestrial one<br />with the difference that we are starving on earth<br />while they are living in abundance there.<br />Kraip pastures with innumerable herds<br />and endless plains<br />with juicy berries tasty to eat.</p>
<p>Everything down there<br />is happiness and pleasure for the dead.<br />But there is another place, the land of Jada,<br />just below the surface of the land we are stepping on.<br />That's where all the lazy, all the feeble hunters go<br />and all women who reject tattooing<br />not wanting to worry about beauty at all.<br />For life, they were lifeless<br />and so now after death they squat<br />heads bent, gloomy and quiet,<br />hungry and docile<br />for they have consumed their lives.<br />Only when a butterfly flies past them<br />then they lift their heads<br />(as a birdling opens its uselessly weak beak hunting a mosquito).<br />If they do get their hands on the butterflies, they will catch a dust bubble<br />that pops out of their dry throats.</p>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 10 Aug 2019 09:53:07 +0200</pubDate>
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			<title>Eskimo Poem: The Invisible Men</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>There is a tribe of invisible men<br />who move around us like shadows - have you felt them?<br />They have bodies like ours and live just like us,<br />using the same kind of weapons and tools<br />You can see their tracks in the snow sometimes<br />and even their igloos<br />but never the invisible men themselves.<br />They cannot be seen except when they die<br />for then they become visible.</p>
<p>It once happened that a human woman<br />married one of the invisible men.<br />He was a good husband in every way:<br />He went out hunting and brought her food<br />and they could talk together like any other couple.<br />But the wife could not bear the thought<br />That she did not know wha tthe man she married looked like.<br />One day when they were both at home<br />she was so overcome with curiosity to see him<br />that she stabbed with a knife where she knew he was sitting,<br />And her desire was fulfilled<br />Before her eyes a handsome young man fell to the floor.<br />But he was cold and dead, and too late<br />she realized what she had done,<br />and sobber her heart out.</p>
<p>When the invisible men heard about this murder<br />they came out of their igloos to take revenge.<br />Their bows were seen moving through the air<br />and the bow strings stretching as they aimed their arrows.<br />The humans stood there helplessly<br />for they had no idea what to do or how to fight<br />because they could not see their assailants.<br />But the invisible men had a code of honor<br />that forbade them to attack opponents<br />who could not defend themselves<br />so they did not let their arrows fly,<br />and nothing happened; there was no battle after all<br />and everyone went back to their ordinary lives.</p>
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<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eskimo" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Eskimo</a>&nbsp;or Eskimos are the indigenous peoples who have traditionally inhabited the northern circumpolar region from eastern Siberia (Russia) to Alaska (of the United States), Canada, and Greenland.</p>]]></description>
			<category>World Poetry</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2019 23:06:56 +0200</pubDate>
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			<title>Eskimos: Hunger</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>You, stranger, you who see us only happy and carefree<br />If only you knew the horrors we often had to endure<br />you would understand our love for eating, singing and dancing.<br />There is none of us<br />who has not experienced a winter of bad hunting<br />when many were starving.<br />We are never surprised to hear<br />that someone died of starvation - we're used to it.<br />They should not be blamed: The disease comes,<br />or bad weather destroys the hunt,<br />Like when a blizzard buries air holes.</p>
<p>I once saw a wise old man hang himself<br />because he was starving<br />and he preferred to choose his own way of dying.<br />But before he died, he filled his mouth with seal bones<br />to make sure he would have plenty of meat<br />in the land of the dead.</p>
<p>Once during the winter famine<br />a woman gave birth to a child<br />as people lay around her dying of starvation.</p>
<p>What could that baby want from living here on earth?<br />And how could she possibly live when her mother was&nbsp;starved?<br />So the mother strangled her and put her out in the frost.<br />And later she ate her, just to stay alive.</p>
<p>Then one seal was caught and the famine came to an end,<br />and the mother survived.<br />But was left paralyzed<br />because she ate her own blood and her own flesh.</p>
<p>This is what can happen to people.<br />We went through it all ourselves<br />and we know what can happen to all people,<br /> so we don't blame them.<br /><br />And how can anyone who is fat and healthy<br />understand the frenzy of hunger?</p>
<p>All we know is: we love life so much.</p>
<p>--</p>
<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eskimo" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Eskimo</a>&nbsp;or Eskimos are the indigenous peoples who have traditionally inhabited the northern circumpolar region from eastern Siberia (Russia) to Alaska (of the United States), Canada, and Greenland.</p>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 10 Aug 2019 11:26:00 +0200</pubDate>
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