For My Love In South Africa Poem by Gert Strydom

When the whole Africa did burn,
while Ak-47's and RPG rockets for life and death
did measure out the law right over the continent of Africa,
when cunning and the will to have
brought people to the southern point,
I dreamt of you,
wondered how it is to lie spooned,
to love someone who do not want to know the news,
who are able to love in times of happiness and distress
and now I love you past the gist of my mind.

© Gert Strydom