What The Plantain Told Its Suckers Poem by Tony Adah

When you grow up to be where I am
Laughter will cease
Taunting will stop
You may not know
What I'm talking about
Until time rings in your ear
That it is here.
Then you will feel the travails
Of bearing fruits for the world
Directly on top of your head
Where fingers will sprout
And the end will be at hand
And laughter will cease
Taunting will stop
That's when you will bend
By your own will or the will of the wind
Or the gashes of man's will.