Banana Green Leaves Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

Say not a word and preach no more,
For all I saw were fleshly temptations
All arranged in grandeur of sagging figures
Figures like rotten bananas to its bunch,
That sends the clarion call to its invaders
Say not a word, a single sigh…
Because all in transit, I got a check
A reality check, shedding glaring light
Before my eyes, thought and sense
That all along the race, her pretence age.
There had always been a moth,
An adder in veil, eating every shoot
Hidden by every sense of nature, camouflaged
All in whole, behind the banana green leaves