She has never resisted any fate
I have never escaped from any land
Without any labels
There's no sound either
Ripe At Home
Rady To Eat
Over Riped Banna
When this poem was written into a book
This banana has been picked
Silent decay on the other side of the ocean
To commemorate with this poem
Accompanied by countless ships and workers
The Wandering Life of a Colonial Banana
I have never escaped from any land
Without any labels
There's no sound either
When this poem was written into a book
This banana has been picked
Silent decay on the other side of the ocean
To commemorate with this poem
Accompanied by countless ships and workers
The Wandering Life of a Colonial Banana