Apocrypha: Psalm 44 B (Refrain Stanza) Poem by Gert Strydom

Apocrypha: Psalm 44 B (Refrain Stanza)



My God, senseless people ineptly do daily rule over me,
You know how my people and I do suffer and I am not free
and at times I stand in life in dismay while life is in disarray
but hide close to You, as if these dark days will forever stay.
Decades now pass with oppression as if it will forever be
I ask like my forefathers to turn things around, for salvation,
as savages are killing the commercial farmers of my nation,
I beg You Lord save my nation, save me from all iniquity,
You know how my people and I do suffer and I am not free

[Poet's note:More commercial farmers in South Africa have been killed than soldiers of the South African Defence Force had died in the border / bush war of the seventies and eighties.I call the killers savages as they do torture, dismember and rape while they do the killing and do act savagely.In these circumstances still the South African government want to dispossess the commercial farms and the famine in Zimbabwe, which at a time had been the food-basket of Africa where similar action took place, is no kind of warning to them.The oppression that I am talking about is being called Affirmative Action, which discriminates in employment against white people and especially white men.Unemployment during this time has risen to record levels. The senselessness and ineptness is demonstrated by South Africa going from a first world country to a third world country with electricity continually being cut-off which the government term as power-shedding and corruption right through governmental structures happening in the last twenty-eight years.The South African currency during this time has devaluated from about R4.5 to a dollar to now more than fifteen, which has a great impact on the prices of all imported goods and fuel.Government hospitals and clinics have gone from first rate to less than third rate.I had worked at Tygerberg and H F Verwoerd hospitals before Mr Mandela became president.Nowadays had to wait for fifteen hours with my mother (a white female lady of eighty-three at the time)who had been admitted to Far East Rand Hospital after a motorcar accident before she was treated.I went to the local governmental dental clinic and the dentist broke some of my wisdom tooth and was not able to draw them.The X-ray machine did not work.I was given a letter for doctors in a government hospital stating that I arrived at the Springs dental clinic with broken wisdom tooth. At the Medi-Clinic (a private institution)my teeth had been drawn by a first rate doctor who humanely did not charge me as at the time I could not afford the treatment. It seems that the only governmental department that is functioning properly is the taxman namely the South African Revenue Service.Furthermore crime is out of control.I have personally lost two cars, which had been stolen (without reimbursement from the insurance)and very narrowly escaped in a hijack attempt.All of my gardening equipment and tools (several spades/ gardening-forks/ pick-axes, rakes, a lawnmower power cable of 25 meters and even a electric edge-trimmer have been stolen along with several fishing-rods and all kinds of fishing equipment)in a break in.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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