Forbidden Fruit

Good for food, pleasant to the eyes

Fruit in the woods, desired to make one wise,

suspended from reality and stupid at the same time

Sweet as sin, you’ll eat it from dusk to sunrise

With a Fruit that ripe, not eating it is considered a crime

Small or big, the taste is not in its size

But don’t be fooled. To your surprise,

the worm might just be anaconda in disguise

Climb the tree, pull the branches astride

Fruit squash, ready for the thrust of the first tide?

Take a bite, feel the juice streaming inside

Hard to swallow?!  Open it a little bit wide

There you go, now you feel like a cloud in the sky

You feel like an eagle soaring up high.

What now? Why are you crying?!

Oh! I get it. You feel so alive! And you also feel like dying

Forbidden fruit is sweeter

Yet tears in the eyes of the eater!

-Edwin Onyango