Drunk on power, men thought that theirs is the world.
Another forest is felled. This was the third in a row. Not a crumb of food is seen as far as the eyes can go. For days they have been hungry, the mother and the child. Determined, the mother goes hunting. When she keeps one foot on another territory, as unwelcome as a ghost is she. Frightens a town with her fierce and hungry gaze, is called a man-eater. Fought to death.
…back in the felled forest, a child awaits his mother’s returning footsteps.
if this did not ablaze your soul to rise up for a cause, then think again. Even a small action counts. Make it happen.