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Awá
As the empire took away what rightfully belonged to no one, the ancient tribes fell to their knees under the burning skies and the falling ashes of their homeland.
Many prayed that one day the land will once again be fruitful, but they would never leave.
The machines, turning the trees into a green currency.
When hope seemed lost, an Awá picked up a book that the machines had left behind.
He took it to his village and asked the chief to send out his warriors against the machines.
As the sun rose and rage of the Awá awakened, he took a breath, aimed his arrow, and said, "An eye for an eye."
Many prayed that one day the land will once again be fruitful, but they would never leave.
The machines, turning the trees into a green currency.
When hope seemed lost, an Awá picked up a book that the machines had left behind.
He took it to his village and asked the chief to send out his warriors against the machines.
As the sun rose and rage of the Awá awakened, he took a breath, aimed his arrow, and said, "An eye for an eye."
Published 28th Sep 2019
Author's Note
The Awá are a tribe in the Brazilian rainforest. There's so very few of them left thanks to all the fire and illegal logging.
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