At Daybreak Poem by Gert Strydom

At daybreak the longing for you is severe,
as if a lock-down and state-control will last to eternity.
Outside there is a babbler that teases with it's calling,
it feels as if the bird will continue until it gets its will

but from state-control and a curfew nobody is free,
people are angry about liquor and cigarettes
and in all of this locked-down and caught are you and I.
At daybreak the longing for you is severe,

where I love you from my soul, blood and marrow
and I view you as the perfect woman
but it's as if the measures continue too long and asks too much,
as if a lock-down and state-control will last to eternity.

where I envy people from years back
and against governments people are dwarfed,
where this thing cuts deeply into humanity.
Outside there is a babbler that teases with it's calling,

the neighbour's dog that buries something in the ground
while his people are loudly arguing,
think that the government is over-reacting.
It feels as if the bird will continue until it gets its will,

there are cars driving in and out at that property,
and I wonder if they are hiding something,
especially where their glances do avoid other people.
An explosion is in the news about fertilizer stored at a harbour,
at daybreak.