A Desperado Will I Grow: Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A desperado will I grow:
At least in that desperation
Wherever they take mew I will breathe
Wherever they make me will I breathe
Whatever they take from me
I will breathe: New Year; it is
Fit to say so. There is be no shame
In being desperado in these circumstances.
Read, read, read, the poems and the lines,
In tune in to your heart the song and verse
That others sung and then
Pregnant await by the Rock of Birth:
There a Dawn will come and she and Muse
Will equipollent be
And equivalent:
And you will sing again
And you will sing again.