The Loud-Hailer Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

On
The
Loud-hailer
The Voice of the Heavens
Read
The
Book
Of the morn
That
Has
Been
Century
After
Century
Since the primeval dawns?

Played
Played
The Violin of Beauty
That
Violin
By
Which
The Heavens
Cut
The Earth
To pieces
As
Pieces of fruit
Be cut?
Pieces
Viands
On the tables of gods
Freedom and liberty
Human rights
No laws
And
Above all laws
Bank of Legal Interest
Not just the Wind of Change
But
Crowds gather and grow
Human rights as in ever-increase.
Now
Now
The Crowds shouted
Now
Vox Popoli.
The Individual Human Rights not the Laws.
Just that
Just that, my Monsignor.