Son Of Hell Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

You son of hell,
I know you too well.
The hearts of our land pant and disappear
At every edge of your anger,
In the wave of your name
Life perceives the reaper,
Like your fallen father you out-shined Lucifer
By printing your face boldly on the sky of our planet.

But as brave as that,
Why are you hiding behind the back of sambisa?
It’s amazing that you acknowledge
There is something that makes you scared,
Something that trims you to a lower rank,
It makes you drink your own blood,
Like the flood of fear you poured on our plot;
The same exiled you to live among wild lives.
No wonder a tse-tse fly gossips:
That you sleep with unclothed eyes,
That even the footstep of a mouse,
Makes your heart race aloud,
Yet you bark as though
Death is below your toes.

When I think of you,
My heart bleeds for a youth
Who inflicted a drought of peace upon himself.
One who gave his hands
In wedlock to the delights of evil
Oh no, you are not the devil,
You are human; a primate
With powers to create
An atmosphere of love and peace,
With the same hands and heart
With which you divorce breath and souls.
Close your eyes and tell me,
That your heart still yearn for love.
Close your eyes and tell me,
That your soul still yearn for peace.
Close your eyes and tell me,
That you crave for freedom.
Close your eyes and tell me,
That your conscience caresses you with wallops,
And you admit you are truly wrong.
Close your eyes and tell me,
That I should bow down my kneels and pray for you,
Then I will lead you back to the rock of ages,
Dip you in the pool where sin met death
And lift you to the resurrection of life.