Out Of Your Three Eyes Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Out of your three eyes
I wish love and respect still rise,
Like it was yesterday
Before malice crawled into your day,
Like it was yesterday
Before your ears hugged the voice of jealousy,
Which forced its envious will
through the padding of your mind,
Sneaked through in disguise
And succeeded in fooling your own conscience.
But I wish love and respect still rise
from the hiding in your heart.

I do not necessarily yearn for it,
Because it’s something I already earned.
So you can’t give or take it
It is my grace given glory.
You may chose to deny me of it,
But deep within, you can never deny it.
You may chose to lock your lids
When you see me passing by,
But deep inside,
your third eyes meet my face with a colourful smile.

I am the wind
that massages you with a cool pure breeze.
It is not in your power to clip my fair poetic wings.
I am an active volcano that rises and still I rise.
You cannot stop me with the malice in your eyes.
I understand that you are bravely tired
To see the very best of me,
May be you should climb a tree
But you still will not see the wack of me.