Before a Return Chakacha
In the banana plantation, I heard a chakacha
As he walked past, a ripe one to go
Sit and bite chewing, a green for torture
Before a return chakacha, a rivulet flooded
As he tied the basket, near the casket
The arms were tied, the straw holed
While pleading for, the merciful wallet
Before a return chakacha, no way out
Before dawn after dusk, nothing but dust
For a green fruit unripe, sometimes harmful
His head red on surface, for the hampered music
Before a return chakacha, still body no life.
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