Constantly I Wonder How Can I Be Part Of It? Poem by Gert Strydom

Constantly I wonder how can I be part of it
of a literature in which I read contempt to God,
in which people sing about relationships with the same sex;
use cursing words, the lowest language without fear?

Without Godly protection
even the mightiest fortress will fall
and this beautiful language, Afrikaans
is part of me as a born in thing.

When a great Afrikaans poet then tramples over me,
I know that he is not walking in the steps of God;
honour to the own self, self-elevation
is time and again betrayed by his words.

Still my verses in Afrikaans is holding strong,
while savages are ruling the country and are doing as they seem fit.