Gert Strydom Poems

(for Annelize)

Where fragile we flutter God does notice it,
it's Him that makes it better and beautiful bit by bit.
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At eighteen I had been called up to war,
for training, and the country to defend,
the days my life, was turned and bend,
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Where in my life I now count the hours,
days pass while mornings come and go,
where You do turn my life around and do repair it,
even when I fall and have to try again.
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Putin, a psychopath, in front of a crowd
celebrating the annexation of another country,
misquotes the Bible:
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(for Annelize, in answer to Vanja Bašić)

Your lips: red and shiny is in my memory,
the glance that takes me into your beautiful eyes,
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When I think about things in the city Mariupol:
I see refugees and children shot down,
more bombs loaded into Russian weapons:
a person realizes the Russians are far past mad,
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(for Annelize)

Last-night at midnight I dreamt about you;
pretty you that keep hiding from me
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I did awake in a fool's-paradise,
in which honour is totally missing,
where no truth is in the word of men,
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On LM-radio played the saddest tune,
outside doves cooed with the whole world in peace,
with power suddenly cut I was ill at ease,
cloudy and full of fog was the afternoon.
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I saw Putin, a colonel of the KGB,
a champion in Judo, and in Karate training,
a layer if sweat, I did on his body see:
not a care of the lives of Ukrainians remaining,
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