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May 2021
I would not love or trust a human,
Inspite of giving him
means to live,
Food, rain and oxygen,
He cuts me down to make his paper, furniture and charcoal,
Then he complains about climate change.
22/5/2021
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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