No Second Troy Poem by Gert Strydom

How could I reproach her
that she brings destruction to me,
turns my whole life upside down
and aimless hate rather than love
radiates from her.

How was she able
to estrange me from work
and the people in the street
with slander,
that goes over whole continents,
with robbery, lies and curses
that rain down purposelessly.

Where could she find peace
with a spirit that devours
every thing around her
like a fire from hell,
while she thinks that she’s honourable
and her beauty greater
than that of the girls of today,
was enough to drive any man
to madness.

No second Troy would she burn,
no, the whole world would be aflame
if she could reach her hands to it.

[Reference: No second Troy by William Butler Yeats.]