In Pakistan, they have their tribal areas which while preferring to be left alone, still offer support to various terrorists who promise to help them out. The leaders in those areas freely voice their resentment and contempt, blame those they hate for their poor conditions, which are actually the product of their isolation. While things like money and peace are taken, there really isn't any positive that is given back out to those around them that give to them. So to speak, many people in the tribal world can't place themselves in the real world.

I ran into this with Native American reservations who would welcome me to their casinos, yet show resentment outside of that venue leading one to feel very unwelcome. In Tennessee that was the case when I wanted to purchase a flute and decided not to buy it when I wasn't permitted to play it. In another instance, I asked to visit Pine Ridge Reservation to see if I could pay my respects to Iron Hail and Fools Crow. No one saw fit to get back to me or at least point me in a direction. When I mentioned this to a friend that was a Native American who gladly lives within this society, yet spent time living on a reservation actually told me this was for the best as I would have been very disappointed on what I saw and how I would be treated. No, not all tribal lands are like this, but there are enough left that made me think about this poem.

I sometimes fear that writer's face such a world at times and try for a little self-ingratiation create their own tribal worlds.

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