In The Court Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Here, here, in the Court
I feel a drear
Things mechanical

Invention stays away.
Inspiration shuns.
Black-coated figures
As in a mourning
No! they are fighting
Not swords or cannons
Not nuclear or …..
No
No; they speak out
Arrows.

Here
I feel extremes
I see some light
Dim light
However.
Around a table
Small groups discussing.
For
Here, here, in the Court
I feel a drear
Things mechanical
Wheels, cogs that
Turn around
And round and
Round
And I in them
Turn round and
round