The Verses As Humans After A While Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In their proud – justly so – state
And first more recognition demand
Then next a higher recognition on
Their feet they walk as does the Poet Seer
Who fathered them. Then they on sudden
Plot and conspire long on long deserted plains
In secret caves and coves, not by the sea,
Then from their plotting and their whispering
A plan hatching; they in sacred revolt arise
As humans do to liberate themselves to free.
And though they add not to the original state
Of resplendence relative yet they
From their father Poet Seer decree independence.

O! what an Earth! Those to whom we give birth
Become our pirates often, often so:
We that we weaned in joy and treasuring
We that pined when we saw them sick
Protected them when in danger to preserve
To the last iota every line of them:
Yet see, how often occurs then
They rise, set themselves free in sovereign
Solitary haughty independence
And we, their bearers and their makers
Treat with cold reserved independence.
As so many children, yet, on raising
Families, that in themselves detach,
Axe and sub-divide the parent families.

From long,
From long when Jove against great
Saturn rose, and him placed
In a miserable exile from his status
Great:
Replace a dynasty by new dynasty
Family that spring another
Replaces by new family
The same,
The same,
The same.

O! what an Earth! Those to whom we give birth
Become our pirates often, often so:
We that we weaned in joy and treasuring
We that pined when we saw them sick
Protected them when in danger to preserve
To the last iota every line of them:
Yet see, how often occurs then
They rise, set themselves free in sovereign
Solitary haughty independence
And we, their bearers and their makers
Treat with cold reserved independence.
As so many children, yet, on raising
Families, that in themselves detach,
Axe and sub-divide the parent families.

Speak to me often!
I, parent
Feel abandoned:
The verses have independence
That most like to indifference
Speak to me often!

O! what an Earth! Those to whom we give birth
Become our pirates often, often so:
We that we weaned in joy and treasuring
We that pined when we saw them sick
Protected them when in danger to preserve
To the last iota every line of them:
Yet see, how often occurs then
They rise, set themselves free in sovereign
Solitary haughty independence
And we, their bearers and their makers
Treat with cold reserved independence.
As so many children, yet, on raising
Families, that in themselves detach,
Axe and sub-divide the parent families.