Gert Strydom Poems

This morning I am waiting
on the light
to start the day
and thinking about something
...

Forgive
forgive them
who set the bomb
slaughtering nineteen people
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I will always remember you
with golden eyes
swimming in mine,
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A full red moon
hangs in the night sky
and birds fly past in silhouette
...

It was dark in the garden
when that night Judas
and a crowd of soldiers
and officials with clubs
...

That night guns roared
all around us everywhere
and the field was acrid
with the smell
...

Even the sun
that used to smile for me
has begun to go frail
and as the season run on
...

My two dogs patrol the yard
from side to side
and walk along the wall
with the street
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I will die and go to my father
without any further postponement, now
I will take my car and to the road,
...

Whom but your mothers back in Havana
and some in Luanda
mourn your lost or knows
that you were slaughtered in battle
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