In Angola Poem by Gert Strydom

In Angola I wondered
how the land of the free
had the power,
to launch soldiers
from another country
into the arms of eternity.

How could
the sly foxes of the CIA
find a way,
to sway
a country into it’s war.

What fools
had the politicians
of my country become,
to rise and let boys
of eighteen bare the brunt
for the most unpopular war.

Although the victory
was sound
more was lost than gained
and coming back from war,
I will never be free
from the demons
that torment me.

War kills hope and joy
and leave it’s scars
in every soldiers soul
and the innocent
pays the highest price.

From history
and into posterity
the USA does not
fight it’s wars alone
and at times
let others pay the toll.

In Afghanistan and Iraq
some allied soldiers
still fall and die...