Story #8 Sitting in at the plantation

shadow with no shadow, against four walls of coal, I'am far from a foe, wish I was in control, please drop that shovel, come relax in the shade, there's no need for this scuffle, it's a debt long since paid, an imaginary toll, since birth based on tone, digs a bottomless hole, buried alive with live bones, please drop that shovel, encourage your peers, quit filling a puddle, stained with sweat and tears, let's wear the same shade, despite ours in the sun, share preserved marmalade, under one horizon, -Inspired by, John Briggs