Through the communal lands
We walked door to door
Emptyness invaded graneries
Hunger alienated stomachs
Dryness colonised rivers
While thin cows grazed dry grass
Goats with jutting tounges
Only awaiting a painful death
We asked villagers about the disaster
They said ''ancestors had turned their backs on them''
Others sarcastically said ''witches had caused the spell''
While many lamented ''its the will of the lord''
Some had no explanation
But only hoped for the next season
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