A Civilized Onslaught

The dark wood resists the light of progress Lives there for thousands years an introvert race Here they are born here lie their sepulcher A few withdrawn people with a fossil culture! Needs they have little, a little bit of food All that they want they get in the wood What lies beyond they don’t need to find These folks of a tribe with plain thinking mind! Those civilized outside thought it otherwise The poor tribe suffers is what they surmise ‘Rare as they are they are really prized Let’s groom them to become civilized’! So long happily away from a farce called mainstream This intrusion broke them, shattered their dream Why turn them out and not be left alone? The question is unresolved the battle goes on!