After The Footprints Of October 1st Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

I buried my face,
My eyes away from yesterday,
Until she passed with her ill green shoulder
Holding white birds side by side
From soaring their big wings higher.
It's as if i souljourneyed away,
So so far away,
Lest I see a sad flag masked with smile
And so I buried my face.

I buried my face,
My eyes away from yesterday,
A day which gave me to inflicted pains
In the hands of my father.
My adulthood crouches with wreath of hope
On the sepulcher of dreams.
My childhood dreams wailed on the grave of hope,
Until corruption quaked them abyss
And the gnomes made mockery,
And so I buried my face.

I buried my face,
My eyes away from yesterday,
Yesterday freedom is slavery,
Slavery was a mere word of jealousy.
My independence is my years of gloom
Where black palms greed diamonds in their room.
Blackout claims the land its own,
Penury protest for the people.
My shadow gossips my disgrace,
And so I buried my face.

I buried my face,
My eyes away from yesterday,
O' come you my Elizabeth,
My lady I renounced the divorce.
Come marry me once again
Before my voice faints,
When you can hear me no more
Before my thirst is sucked dried by selfish blood,
O' come you my mistress,
Lest I die in this distress.
As I exhume my face,
May I see you Flora Shaw smiling today.