Of Fear Experience Has Given Plenty Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of fear experience has given plenty
the glass of injustice Destiny
with cruel pitiless clinical
hands forced me to drink - ay!
drink to the last drop and more:
I was prepared after you my
mother
to you too they presented
the chalice of poisoned injustice and
calumny
and every thing they could hurl at a martyr's head:
you
went away a martyr,
though
they feigned you made a restful end
that I
who raved and raged for my loss was a villian
of whom they too sought and seek still the end
ay! that is injustice upon injustice upon injustice
the weary heart how much it can be loaded
at last the strings will break
too much, too much the heart be loaded
another martyr will like his mother fall
and join her in the Elysium where she dwells.