If Then We Have Become Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

If Then We Have Become



If then we have become
a land of night troubadors
just that
and routine silence in the day
or hoarse cymbals that sound most
just only sound
then where be our Inner Soul:
where my people, you have eyes
but you not weep
you have faces but do not
blush
your have hands yet do not
wring.

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