You See, Sir, My Monsignor, Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

You See, Sir, My Monsignor,



You see, Sir, my Monsignor,
There is another martyrdom
That is not as of blood: no
Blood is drawn but all the same
The pain and suffering be there and more.
O! let the haloes in anticipation shine
At least I will say:
Martyrdom was mine.

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