The Banana Siblings

Girls or boys,

Steadily they stand, 

All grown in unison;

Happy or sad, 

All the youths and the elders,

Share the same fate;

What good is expected?

After their terrible sacrifice,

Of being chopped off in the mouth,

By the serrated incisors,

And being impatiently grinded,

By the harsh molars;

Yet even at their death,

They silently seduce the taste buds, 

Unmindful of the saliva meddling around.