Where Once A Hillock Was Poem by Gert Strydom

Where Once A Hillock Was



Where once a hillock was
I see bulldozers, trucks
and cranes
busy digging
deeper into the earth.

Houses and tower blocks
rise where once
plants had grown green
against that kopje
and from infinity,
were undisturbed
until man’s hand
stretched out.

No one will know
how great it looked before
buildings broke the serenity
and the rich started to dwell
in houses above the cliffs
and nothing will ever mend
the damage done.

Nature is dying,
pines away and disappears
while people
are erecting buildings almost everywhere.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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