Nov 08, 2009 21:59
There might not be anymore antelope
This is what my father told me
Before he died
Before I left
Before the hyenas stole everything.
The water might dry up
The plants
They will die
And the antelope will leave.
It will be as if the sun exploded
My father said
The land will be dust
Particles
Sand
And air.
My brothers and sisters
And myself
Will restore what we can
Convince the giraffes
And the elephants
The baboons.
But the antelope
They might not come back.