Yet It Will Be My Home Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Yet It Will Be My Home



Let me suffer at that
But then
Let me suffer in my home
See
See
In the dark solemn night
Of passion of suffering
Carry the cross
Dripping blood from face
And nose
Let me suffer at that
But then
Yet it will be my home.

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