BANANA ISLAND

There is an island called Banana, it is inhabited by banana trees.

It root rests on the very essence of existence

This island is as old as time, the birthplace of life,

all the bananas on the island are alive

They are all fresh with colours ranging from different shades of black,

different looking but sweeter than any other

Another island lies across the great waters of civilization,

It is the home of a different creature

A more compose specie with a philosophy of superiority,

their island is called the New World and inhabited by light skin monkeys

Many a thing was amazingly developed in the New World,

but amongst all, their most precious possession is a floating object that can take them anywhere in the world

Even if though mother nature gave birth to distance, love, unity, compassion and balance,

one day an army of light skin monkeys invaded Banana Island

Ferociously the Monkeys attacked the Banana island pulling its mouth from the tender breast of mother nature,

Wrecking its soul, breaking its spirit and drinking its blood

Destroying their roots, and capturing their motherland, replacing love, and happiness with sorrow, and permanent scars,

branding them a lesser being, and labelling them as worthless animals even when the root of all the knowledge they own resides in Banana island

Erasing, and rewriting their history while deciding their future,

assassinating who, and what they truly are, bathing their culture with dirt and baptizing it with mud

But those living bananas weren’t animals, they were berries,

the true animals were the educated monkeys, there were the lower species

A specie born with divine power and superior abilities printed in their DNA is what the bananas are,

a specie who isn’t recessive but rather the whole spectrum of existence is what the bananas are

The blacker the berry, the more power in their roots,

those powerful roots of the bananas are what the monkeys will never own or rule.