In This Year Of Thorns I Inculcated Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In this Year of Thorns I inculcated
My verses all the same so far
As they will let me fore my martyrdom:
My heart awaits but not with joy
Like an expectant mother a beginning
But trembles and quakes for an unwanted ending:
Now that the unlucky (so I was brought up)
Thirteen minutes to eight in the morning
Have fleeted by without my noticing
Now
I plan and I calculate my verses all the same
Nor less high to the heavens goes my song.