Gert Strydom Poems

When I was young
I was forced to shoot and kill,
to live through a war and its deadly thrills
and haphazardly my life then went along
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He made them heroes
who was forced
to take on brigades of the enemy
who were armed with a multitude
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As a child I did think:
when I am grown up
I will change the world,
will easily change the things that are wrong
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(in answer to Robin Camhee)

In town I greet some friends,
shaking their hands
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I know that every matter
cannot be only black and white,
but what is right is right
and a lot of wrong things are going on.
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With eyes drawn into thin lines
against the bright light of the sky
he watches fighter jets
becoming airborne,
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It has rained all day
with water pouring from the sky
after the Southeaster ripped at our tent
causing the canvas to flap about
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It's the kind of music that I hate,
but done to utter perfection
in synergy of blues in twelve,
Dixieland and Jazz
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When twilight came,
when stars gleamed in the dark night
you did kissed me upon mouth,
did strange things to my desires,
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The fawn skin tightly covers your perfect figure
and the light yellowish brown goes with your hair
when at night you kill for Dionysus but at day are considerate
and when you wait in the darkness to the midnight hour,
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