What has become of the Ténéré
The Ténéré* has become an upland of thorns
Where elephants fight each other
Crushing tender grass under foot.
The gazelles have found refuge high in the mountains
The birds no longer return to their nests at night
The camps have all fled.
You can read the bitterness on the faces of the innocents
During this difficult and bruising time
In which all solidarity has gone.
The strongest impose their will
And leave the weakest behind
Many have died battling for twisted ends
. And joy has abandoned us
Exhausted by all this duplicity.
