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The Banana Plant

The banana plant is lying on the ground: it is of no use/profit,
After being cut by the workers
Of the garden, with hesitation.
Children, anxiously, wait until time is up
There is nothing in the garden
Except for some sorrowful wind
That makes the grass tremble and makes a voice of a cry.

This is exactly like a polygamous ruler.
The tree of the town is sleeping on the ground: it is of no use,
After being cut by the workers
Of the garden, with hesitation.
There is nothing in the room
Expect for some sorrowful wind shaking
The betrayers who are encircling the bed and crying.
The tears that have hope
Warn about the danger of quarrels at home.
           Quarrels
Between women
           Quarrels
Between children, about goods and leadership.
Poor you! Alexander's realm has finished!
 
The wounds of leprosy are exposed (are not covered)
Wounds that had remained covered for so long
Now are open in full view for every fly to suck
And stinking.
But each time the fly sucks it is thinking
Whom to infect next.

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