[Authors note: This was written around 4 weeks ago; the result of 48 hours of shock and anger following an Honest Penman being “put into the ‘Pen'”. ]
“Yellow Banana” (with apologies to the Beatles…)
In this island where we’re STILL being torn
Lived one man wrote a tale of Truth, you see.
But THEY took 20 years of his life
In this land of a Banana Republic
So they sailed on (the King; & his Princes & sons)
(Will they never be downed by the spineless Party of Green?)
but those Blues live on, enjoying the people’s waves
In their yellow banana ……..
We all live in their yellow banana
Yellow banana, yellow banana
We all live in our yellow banana
Yellow banana, yellow banana
And THEIR friends are all aboard
(Half the island just scared or bored —
Many more just lie to the next doors)
So please understand, I’m begging, what I say:
THEY all thrive in this yellow banana …
Yellow banana …, yellow banana …
THEY all connive in this yellow banana …
Yellow banana …, yellow banana …
{Full cheat ahead Mrs. Boatswain[*], full cheat ahead
Full cheat ahead it is, Mah’ King.
Cut the Internet Cable, stop the Writers who’re Able
Aye, aye, Raja Thuma,
aye, aye Princes & Mah’ King}
And they live a life of ease,
Most of us fooled by their false Royal creed
(‘tho 300,000 have little to feed)
Sickly sky of Blue and spineless sea of Green
(Sky of chee chee Blue, sea of weak watery Green)
In our yellow banana
(In our yellow banana; AHO)
We all live in their yellow banana
Their yellow banana, yellow banana
We all live in our yellow banana
Our yellow banana, yellow banana
We’re all crying in this yellow banana
Yellow banana, yellow banana
We’re all dying in this yellow banana
Yellow banana, yellow banana
(// Rep-eat Rep-ublic)
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[* Boatswain = “officer on a ship responsible for RIGGING”…]