Gert Strydom Poems

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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It’s as if the dark grey sky
slowly folds up around the car.
The windscreen wipers
fights a loosing battle,
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When I stood at life’s cross road
in a time of dire straits
and called on the Almighty one
and the world still went on,
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As long as you
are with me,
eternal will my summer be.
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