The prunes

The jar of prunes?

Yes ? This very large jar?

Formerly full of prunes?

This tantalum pleasure?

A brave thief

Introduced his fingers

By seizing a choice

That made him great happiness.

When the owner

Wanted to know the intruder

The eye that knows how to keep quiet.

The suspicion lived,

In a disappointed confidence.

Jar … sealed on.

The fault of the prune?

Who wants to tempt the eater,

Very weak human weakness.

For the pleasure of some, 

not respecting the property of others, 

the harmonies disappear, 

making them come back takes time, 

when it is not too late to do it, 

what has disappeared destroys the 

balance of what remains .


ADAMA KONATE

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