
Trees, yawning in drought
Forced to repent their decision to remain rooted instead of fleeing
Their once wet barks
Branded with scars from sharp gun rays
As they stare down
At footprints of families gone farming
Fading in harmattan winds

Trees, yawning in drought
Forced to repent their decision to remain rooted instead of fleeing
Their once wet barks
Branded with scars from sharp gun rays
As they stare down
At footprints of families gone farming
Fading in harmattan winds
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Yep, true. We all want to survive.
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