Dear deer, it looks like rain but they are tears from the clouds,
they are heavy like rain stones,
don’t merry under them,
don’t rejoice thinking they will nurture the grass for you to eat and be healthy,
dear deer, know your way cos hunters are everywhere,
your swift movements, that’s what they are after,
after you dead, that the beginning of their laughter,
dear deer, the clouds are angry not hungry,
but who took the joy away?
is it the air being polluted?
please deer ask what’s the problem is,
their sadness kills what’s down here,
dear deer, don’t eat the grass,
the clouds have cried and the grass is bitter,
make haste cos the lions know you are weak and the hunters know you are hungry,
but what’s makes the hunter come kill you?
what wrong did you do to him?
run like the winds,
run through the fields,
run fast and let clouds give you wings,
run cos your in danger,
dear deer, run,
when it’s over and the hunters are no more, we will all rejoice,
but till then, run,
the clouds are with you.
Dark hands 