Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,043 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

As If The Beast In Man Is Loose (Terzanelle) - Poem by Gert Strydom

Where in the night shells are shrieking
past and overhead
and the tracks of tanks are creaking,

corpses of the dead
I see in flashes thundering like lightning
past and overhead

and the howl of war machines is frightening
as if the beast in man is loose in all devilry,
I see in flashes thundering like lightning

as if madness has awaken in sheer revelry
and man has loosened destruction and inhumanity in his wars
as if the beast in man is loose in all devilry,

and on shores, in and out of doors
implements of death are falling like rain
and man has loosened destruction and inhumanity in his wars

and even the innocent civilians are crying in pain
where in the night shells are shrieking
implements of death are falling like rain
and the tracks of tanks are creaking.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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