Gert Strydom (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)
I Cannot Forget
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?
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