Military Visit To A Primitive Rural Village Poem by Gert Strydom

We found the right broken tooth village
where the inhabitants
were busy hiding terrorists in the night,
the terrorists were scared to be further involved in war,
the stars, the yellow moon was bright,
in armoured cars we were ready for a fight,
all of the local population were scared,
without courage to dare
they were busy hiding terrorists.

I had no sympathy for their plight
as the terrorists had attacked commercial farmers and women,
did plant landmines
and their collaborators were of almost any age,
where they bundled together was a sore sight
while they were caught red handed
where they were busy hiding terrorists.