At The Tidy Yard In The Corner Of The Street Poem by Gert Strydom

At The Tidy Yard In The Corner Of The Street



The doctor, the police and a mortician did visit the house,
the tidy yard in the corner of the street,
the man had been stabbed to death, the woman raped
and our whole country is cursed with the plundering and killing.

© Gert Strydom

Thursday, January 18, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
Close
Error Success