Gert Strydom Poems

Long, long ago there were two people (just you and me)
and we wed and then divorced,
to my remorse and my years were empty without you
and I couldn’t get you out of my heart.
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When all previous loves are lost
and I hesitate about the sense of my existence,
I become aware about the fatality of life
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When my life, my world fall to pieces,
when every other one has left me,
when the storms of life bash without mercy around me
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Something caught my eye
when I drove past
a gypsy caravan
and although I know well
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Pull a machinegun, a pistol,
a panga-blade, a knife
and say: “white man give me a reason
to kill you today.”
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I have experienced life
in varying times
was forced to war,
was rich and poor,
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It landed on the wall
that divided the front yard
from the back
where my yellow BMW
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In George uncle P.W. Botha are staying in his house
and at seventeen Johnny is too young to get a car
when his call up instructions indicates Johnny to a camp
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There are flashes hitting in the distance,
bad weather hanging on the other side of the Lomba river
with tanks standing ablaze
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She stands on the stage
and her eyes catch mine
in front of giant speakers
that is in a row
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