Out Of Military Boots - Poem by Gert Strydom
Out of military boots
I come moulded to be a different person
and in nature could finally find some serenity
with the hot sun blazing above me
catching the birdcalls on the breeze.
From battlefields I did rise,
astounded to be still living
with hundreds of stories
of fools and very brave men
and the silence is almost deafening
with no rattle of any light-machinegun
no exploding rocket propelled shells
and I dream about a world
that is free form any disharmony
where the judgement day,
the outbreak of war,
exists no more
and everyone is free
to live a life in respectability.
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