Treasure Island

Emmanuel George Cefai

(12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

‘the night is near, going these ways


‘the night is near, going these ways
The town will fade in to the
Eyes of heaven’
So said the Poet Seer
And stopped.

But
The people arose in assembly
And said:
‘Our ways are ways of the multitude
See
We vote here in our assembly
And that be almost plebiscite’.

Then spoke the sword-bearing
Angel of the Heavens round his
Loins:
‘the ways of the multitude
These are neither votes nor
Plebiscites
All bear their responsibility
For their ways:
And so this town
Irrespective of votes, majorities and
Quasi-Plebiscites’

Submitted: Saturday, January 18, 2014

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