By Raisa Anan
First they come for you
Your family and your crops
Then your house and your village
Your mountains and your rivers
They set it all on fire.
Then they come again
With cameras and flashes
“Documenting” what is lost
They take some shots
You say some lines
History has been documented
Move on to the next one.
Another village, another town
Light it all on fire
Then go back in as firefighters.
