Freedom is a banana

freedom rots like a banana
when put in the fridge
its slippery like the banana's peel...
when cast on the ground

bitter on the outside.....
sweet within

Why is it worth more then even our lives?

Is it its rich sweet flavour
that kisses my tongue
The joy it brings with each bite

Or is it feeding the monkeys.... that we like

when i'm hungry it calms my belly and
flavours my food
In sickness it becomes—a bringer of health

Loved by bounds even while...
it decays in a fleeting moment

its flavour blends with countless foods
from tea to shake and pudding to pastry

I dare say even behind the clouds
a banana tree is bearing its fruits