You Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

You
will send a martyr to the block
with just a signature of your quill
You
will send to the block a man
a noble spirit who did you no ill.

Ah! but envy winds snake-like
as for long ancient centuries
it did
alas! and so you fell to lick the dust
of envy and for blood her lust

You
will send a matyr to the block
with just a signature of your quill
You
will send to the block a man
a noble spirit who did you no ill.