Tuesday 2 September 2008

Poetry In Motion: #3- The Banana Song


One banana,
Two banana,
Three banana,

Four.

This poor slave farmer
Can no longer pick bananas,
For his hands are bloody
And raw.

One banana,
Two banana,
Three banana,
Four.

These dioramas
Do not depict the drama
Of the labour
The slaves must endure.

To the hills, they should scarper;
Though instead, they work harder,
So they can buy
The little they can afford.

Five banana,
Six banana,
Seven banana,

No more.

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