Then and now
Filled with hay their jackets
loads too much on saddles
donkeys made caravan
soldier-like were in line.
Cargo was bush and wood
uprooted; cut to roots
green turned to plain
all, by rain washed away.
Remained now is desert
my village; my village
my village…
ancestors' found heaven.
Donkeys went and the man
confidence was their light
now gadgets…even bikes
wear signals…many bulbs…
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