We Be Suffering Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

We be suffering!
Minerva hear my words
Gods and the ever-extending
Lines and limits
Rise! Let not
Injustice further go, open
Its wings.
In vain
The lightning fires in the lead
Heavens and the thunder
Rends
In vain
In vain.
Attend the feast-day, see
The vestal virgins in white
And barefoot and the incense
Proud
Round the circumference
Irregular
Amidst the giant stones and
Pilasters
The incense gargles and it
Circulates.
We be suffering!
Minerva hear my words
Gods and the ever-extending
Lines and limits
Rise! Let not
Injustice further go, open
Its wings.