As far too slowly time now moves by
it seems that in Springs, part of Ekurhuleni,
locked-down for a very long time we will be
as to avoid certain death the government try
and with this news some people will sight,
while locked-down is all of the country
and far off seem the times of free liberty,
where too many tears people did already cry
but where by circumstances we are bound
while distant seems any kind of real cure
on the telephone I hear your voice's sound,
do know that still longer we have to endure,
that God has the ability to turn life around,
that our feelings at heart to each other are sure.
© Gert Strydom
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