The plantation - Tamas Wells
Written by:Tamas Wells
Trees planted in rows
Separated by
Stakes and laneways through
And crosses painted blue
I ran between the trees
I ran between the trees
Until I couldn't see
The shadows of my feet
Maybe it's the last
Maybe it's the last time
The plantation goes east
Of billboards and estates
Of real estate agents and their sons
Chased with water guns
I ran between the trees
I ran between the trees
Until I couldn't see
The shadows of my feet
Could I climb my way to see them
Could I shout to make them hear me
Could I wake them in the morning
Could I find them in our backyard
Please open up their eyes
Please open their eyes again