Victim Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Sitting by the shores forlorn
A beautiful Asian woman
Watching the waves dancing
The song of East Antarctic wind
With whom her hair yearn to travel
But the root of each strand was able
To Hang its will on the shoulder of futility

She wish to dance the cold out
But loneliness appears to be
The only mate on the iced floor
Until darkness came like he cares
Took a direction like Jezebel
If there was still sun in my heart,
Caramel lips I dare not kiss,
The fear that gave me faith and life
Has singly left me to fatal liberty
My state is worse than the youth
Who abide in ignorance of the truth
Lustful pleasure of bruising passion
Gradually claim me its own fashion

I know this is a sweet sword smiling
Caressly traveling into the dividing
Asunder of my soul and spirit,
I know am lost yearn to find me
The more than a conqueror,
Before this invading sidekick
Pushes my soul into a pitiless pit
Crowded with a blazing consuming light
Where the deeds of men moan in anguish
l can feel a power within thou
To break the chain and let go,
But the sword is too clean for my hands
The word is too holy for my shivering lips

Oh poor and wretched me helpless,
A goat leashed for ritual incense,
Alas will this be your end?
No! ! ! I must rise along with the sun
And by the shadow of the Rock
No more will I hide my face
But stand on His back to reach for grace
And when I escape into peace
By the River I would plant my feet
And grow spotless like the Tree
For in the heart of the Rock, the River, the Tree,
There shall I find the lost me.