A Living Icon - Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom
Will our country be able to withstand the lost
when our icon dies?
Shall we be able to overcome the lost
when death sets in?
Shall our country fall to chaos
and our lives be in disarray,
our shall we deny
the things that is happening?
Shall our economy be strong enough
and I wonder if there shall be work for everyone
and shall the price of fuel keep on rising
and will the man on the street
be able to pay for his food?
Shall we loose all our hope
or shall we just deny it?
Shall corruption escalate
and the cruelty of man increase
when hope is gone?
Shall innocent lives be lost?
Shall we all pay the price,
when the reality of it all sinks in?
Will our country be able
to withstand the death of a icon
and will we rise like a phoenix out of the ashes
and live with the hope of freedom?
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