Gert Strydom Poems

I saw young men keeping courage in the grim night
burning, aflame before the end of day
bravely carrying on before the dying of light
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This government slammed a jail door behind you,
caged you in like a animal, locked you behind bars
in the prison at Rooigrond;
when this government took your freedom
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When the month of March comes I am astounded
by the summer that is still lingering,
the sparkle, colour and fragrance of flower upon flower,
the fine splendour
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Just after winter you are back enchanting
with unfolding blossoms on hot sunny days
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Two people separate where one
says that she’s met another man
and suddenly everything that we had is gone
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Out of the air it lands
with wings flapping
before the snake can stop it.
Out of the air it lands
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flames spread further with destruction
from where the mountain is covered by fire
until it rushes to the end of the bushes
and everything that it reaches is burning
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Early morning when the first rays fall,
when the sun hangs blood red
this part of the universe recall,
in moments of awakening that has been acquired.
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I want you to stay because you want to,
that you love me out of your own,
locked like a circle without a beginning or end
that we waist no further moment.
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In the harsh reality, of the fierceness of the land
the farmer walks over furrows of ploughed sand,
in the distance calves bellow, his eyes look at the blue,
if a rain cloud is appearing somewhere
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