Gert Strydom Poems

My contract comes to an end
and I will have to find another job somewhere,
and outside people pass in beautiful cars
and life goes on.
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The birds are flying north
before winter bites
with the first chill,
but coming south
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There’s a place
where lost flowers grow,
in spite of no care.
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A leader must have faith
and trust that his plans
and things are going to work.
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Every morning the rays
of the new day wakes me
and I rise,
a man who’s free from boredom
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The good Lord has spread His hand
over the world
and everywhere there’s
birds and bees
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It took eight parades to say goodbye
and there were fighters in the sky
and we wore battle clothes
and drove our armour
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The sticks are strapped in
and there’s a slight chill,
in the early morning air.
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There are clouds that hang
silver-grey in the air,
before the winter sun
gives its first rays
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Some people call them refugees,
but to me they are illegal aliens.
The gates from Africa
lies wide open
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