That You Do Protect In Such Times Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to H.A. Fagan)

Orange and brown the leaves fall in the autumn
when stripped trees stand like skeletons,
it appears as if that which is alive do perish:
nothing is saved with the coming winter.

It's my life that I ask you to protect,
when the electric power do fail for weeks,
where a person do not comprehend ineptitude and evil,
cannot accept a country that is wrecked

and undone is that which had been pretty and right,
gambled away are opportunities forever
and the future is dark like night,
as if everything does fit perfectly into an evil plan:
when criminals do decide about the future and country,
with a struggle and no triumph that ever do wait.

[Reference: "Soos die windjie wat suis" (Like that breeze that rustle) by H. A. Fagan.]
© Gert Strydom