Gert Strydom Poems

Cold like people that live only for themselves
as if any other person is cut-off
those three doctors acted that night in casualties
of far death hospital
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God, help me, You did not create me
to beg for crumbs
and I bend my knees to nobody
but to You who deserve it
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Glory to God, some early birds does sing
while in winter the icy snow does glow,
in summers the sun rise hot and lovely
while there is some pleasure in everything,
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The autumn is in the leaves,
in the gestures of people,
when trees are already standing as skeletons,
the autumn is bringing pain
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I will even forgo important things,
want to stop the pain and destruction
that life brings
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I wanted to go back to my childhood days,
wanted to play with the delight of a child,
wanted to steal ripe peaches and hide them in my shirt
and I wanted to brake away from the here and now
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Far too many enemies were coffined in
battle tanks, armoured cars shot out
and in the roar I could not hear myself shout;
far too many enemies were coffined in
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No ploughing could be done
without

the red Massy Ferguson
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Everything that I posses does not belong to me
but is a sign of Your love and great mercy
and even all my great and good deeds
do not make me free of Your crucifixion or of blame
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The morning sun hangs bright
over the city,
in a light blue sky
and False Bay, the big flat old mountain
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