I Cannot Forget Poem by Gert Strydom

how unnoticed
for a week we follow tracks

where women terrorists
go to a native village
to trade their bodies

and they bring back food

and leave weapons, ammunition, landmines
and hand-grenades at that place

how that women
break away unnoticed from that village
and plant landmines in a road

and a farmer and his wife and child
with their pickup truck lie blown to bits

and I wonder if those people
did not also want a life?