Gert Strydom Poems

Applications are being waited on
for the position of mercenary
or now rather security consultant
...

The golden light
of twelve candles
sparkled on your skin
...

If words could kill,
then kill they will
without impunity
reaching out
...

The night that peace comes
torches are launched into the sky
like stars
to glide hanging to the ground
...

When the killing criminals come
there will be no pistol
or shotgun to protect me
and my family,
...

People now believe that if
somebody like Eugene Terreblance
could be killed so cruelly
it awaits every white person
...

The stars still shine
in the darkness above
and although I do not
anymore know your love
...

There is a girl in Cape Town
who at a time I met
and entranced
a bit later we wed
...

From the first moment
that I saw you
there was love for you
...

You are gone without a farewell
and like a great De Wet
or De La Rey
you stood single
...