Rex-mayor Ubini Poems

Maiden hair is black
Maiden hair is natural
Plaited all in stripes
Streaming down to her neck
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My blind eyes can see
A flood of hypnotism
The shark the people it swallowed,
But you shall be baptised
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Oh night,
Twin to silence,
My country rapes your peace
At every new print of your feet.
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Why should I die to live,
When I’m only living to die?
Nothing have I that wasn’t given to me;
From the air of my nostril
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They swing side to side
Like leaves of palm wine trees
They cede meekly
To the will of alcoholic wind
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There are days
That walk in one’s brain
They haunt with butterflies in our tummy
or with snails crunched in the shell of a widow.
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Once upon a land,
With great body of waters,
Which scattered it into seven plots.
Time had her sweet memory
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Out of the tales of diamonds
Tales of golds, tales of silvers
Told of familiar faces
When it looks like I’m coming last
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