Crushed Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Crushed
Our naked feet
The thorns that trapped them
Yet
Though blood spurted out
From here and there
The view of sea and ocean
Before us
Too tempting was
For Beauty
We would suffer thorns
In life
In us
And see before us
Suffering
The vast Ocean and seas
Immense abounding
Beauty and Venus on them
Walking:
And figures of gold
Music to the ears
That thrilled enchanting:
And
Blood from our feet
And
Blood from our feet.