Sorry, I forgot to post this. No recipe today.
This poem, written by a 13 yr old who wishes to remain anonymous sent chills down my spine when I read it on Facebook. A friend said she cried all the way though it. Many of you are not on Facebook so I had to share it.
*I am Cecil.
Naturally I am powerful. ...
Yet the situation was such that I am no longer alive.
Alive to hunt, alive to live, alive to be African.
I am not Cecil. But I am Africa, an Africa for you to kill, obviously.
Have a great day
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This poem, written by a 13 yr old who wishes to remain anonymous sent chills down my spine when I read it on Facebook. A friend said she cried all the way though it. Many of you are not on Facebook so I had to share it.
*I am Cecil.
Naturally I am powerful. ...
Yet the situation was such that I am no longer alive.
Alive to hunt, alive to live, alive to be African.
I am not Cecil. But I am Africa, an Africa for you to kill, obviously.
I am every rhino and elephant that you tear apart.
I am the Ivory ripped from their faces, for you to consume.
I am rhino and elephant. I am Cecil, I am Africa.
I am sorry that we can’t defend the defenseless against people with weapons used to attack.
I am sorry that we can’t bring Cecil back.
You’ve killed Cecil.
You’re killing Africa.
I am not Cecil.
I am Africa.
I need help.*
I am the Ivory ripped from their faces, for you to consume.
I am rhino and elephant. I am Cecil, I am Africa.
I am sorry that we can’t defend the defenseless against people with weapons used to attack.
I am sorry that we can’t bring Cecil back.
You’ve killed Cecil.
You’re killing Africa.
I am not Cecil.
I am Africa.
I need help.*
Have a great day