Once I saw a buck;
You rarely see one now.
It was caught in a cruel snare;
I tried to loose it
But it panicked at my approach, kicking viciously,
But that was all a long time ago.
Today the scores of women come
to gather firewood. What else can they do?
There is replanting? Replanting? What is that?
It is thinking of tomorrow.
Who thinks of tomorrow?
Our task is to survive today.
The forest is almost bare now;
Already the rain runs where once it soaked the soil and waited.
Now it gathers in a hollow for a moment
And people come with plastic bottles to the stagnant water.
Clean water? What is that? We need water today.
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