Gert Strydom Poems

I love you
and am blessed,
that you love me too.
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Outside the Café
where I was having coffee,
a red BMW without number plates
died on the driver
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Just as I stopped at a garage today
the car’s engine died,
as it was running
with the yellow light burning
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I saw children
smoking Marijuana
and taking crack cocaine
and injecting heroine
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I started to love you
when I met you
and that love will forever,
be part of me.
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Sometimes I cannot cry
while others round me weep
and sometimes life claims
that a man must be a rock
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Everyone wants to be free,
from debt and duty
and responsibility,
but I want to be free
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Can you see the pride of a nation
when it’s young men,
march of to war
and some to return no more?
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Do not lay me down in a grave,
send me to the furnace
and scatter my ashes
on the wild wind
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There’s something to loneliness
that are much more pleasant,
than to experience
the rage
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