Towards the Savannah, In the heart of Ghana, Lives a majestic willow Perched by rivers shallow Her morose drooping leaves Waving solemnly in the breeze Her roots reach far and wide Searching for ways to survive Desperate for hydration Yet surrounded by contamination Illegal mining, “galamsey”, Drowns her in lead, mercury Why does the willow weep? For the clean water she seeks.
Folk & Fauna 
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