Pieter van Wyk Poems

His hands are hard for all the work he has done
The time he spent and wasted all for none
Hours passed, but he worked on
He asked himself: "Will they notice when I'm gone? "
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The boy stood in the field
His freedom did not yield
For now - in this moment
He was free
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What am I?
Am I just a toy that you play around with?
Am I your rag doll in which stick your pins and needles?
You hurt me. You create irreparable damage.
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As I stare into your eyes so cold
I can see the monsters untold
You spit your words of poisonous venom
You've made my heart go numb
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Who are you to judge
Who are you to hold a grudge
Against something you don't know
It hurts - the stones you throw
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Have you the audacity to teach
But not to practice what you preach
You build your kingdom on words
So that all around you become caged birds
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Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry
And then life goes on, even though I try
To make time stand still
Just for one more moment to fill
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