When The Robbers Constantly Loom Up In My Mind (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I miss you and my mother and aunt are scared
where the streetlight still shines amber outside
and the sun hangs ruby-red over the horizon,
while this morning I do constantly think of you.
Where I still do believe in God's omnipotence
and two days ago had to face black robbers,
so terribly I am waiting on seeing you again
and wonder what kind of law still does exist,
when the robbers constantly loom up in my mind,
where I know that I will not get the mobile phones back,
the police captain calls it mischief,
fingerprints do laugh with the other police and drive off,
where to pieces I long for you and do you miss,
are struck with how life now really is.

[Poet's note: I will not write politically correct where there is oppression, injustice or any kind of evil.I have been reprimanded before by using colour where it comes to people.I am writing factually correct when I write and tell the absolute truth as it really is.There had been three black men in the robbery.I am 56 years old, my mother 86 and her sister 92.One of the black men jerked the 92-year-old lady around.The exact words to my mother by one of the other black men were: "White woman shut-up or I will smash your head until you are dead."His exact words to me were: "White-man I am going to kill you."For a full description of what happened during the robbery read my poem:
Robbery in Springs South Africa at 13h00 on 23 June 2020 (Sonnet sequence) .]