They Pounced at Dawn

Honestly, my wife, not one of my forefathers
Nor I have ever once traded with money.
Our ancestors always had camels,
And I got my share from the camel raids.
Only once I ventured where my father never went.
I loaded the camels; it took four nights to reach the village.
The minute I got to the gate of Burco with my goods,
The brokers pounced as if they knew I was coming.
As dawn broke, the sheepsellers set upon us.
Godless men gathered against us.
I was struck dumb when they prodded the sheep.
'It's worth this much', 'No it isn't', they haggled bluntly.
Their squabbling distressed me.
I trusted the man with the squint but he cheated me.
They tried to placate me with less than four shillings,
While I watched the hands that swindled me.
As for the sheep you're all asking about, they are now with
Who deserve to be strung up on thorns by their heels.
All I was left with was rags and a stick.
Some men know more about money than me. Ask them!

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So far I have not seen how many other (non-American) hostages are being held in Somalia.Doug, this mnrniog NPR kept referring to roughly 200 hostages from other countries.  The fear is that the pirates will retaliate against those hostages for the deaths of the three pirates.  (Seems like the cost of doing business as a pirate, imo.)Hopefully, we are in a stronger position to have influence wiith other nations and a coordinated response to a situation that can’t be ignored.The administration must be aware of the root causes of piracy that other commenters mentioned over the weekend: Europeans dumping nuclear waste into the waters off Somalia; other nations having overfished the area, robbing the Somalian coastal communities of a livelihood.  Just addressing the symptom won’t do any good in the long term.

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