Scarred hills, butchered trees.
Hotels rise; beach pays the price.
Come, see my country.
Land of wood and water, but
they’re planting concrete jungles.
Jamaican speculative writer
Scarred hills, butchered trees.
Hotels rise; beach pays the price.
Come, see my country.
Land of wood and water, but
they’re planting concrete jungles.
Mek we chat!