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AT THE OLIVE PLANTATION

I hide my drawings under my palm
I stifle all non-guest related enthusiasm
People come and go
And I see them all
At the Olive Plantation
I smile and welcome
I walk and talk
To people who don't listen
I am only an obstacle
At the Olive Plantation
My labor is fast forgotten
And under the lens
When I miss-step, everyone knows
at the Olive Plantation
I am no more than a wage slave
For my money I forget my values
I am a doormat trampled underfoot
The grime at the bottom of your shoe
will end up on my face
And I will thank you and smile
because it's the Olive Plantation
Hope is denied and glory fades
They are the owners and I am the slave
At the Olive Plantation