Commandant Gideon Scheepers Poem by Gert Strydom

Commandant Gideon Scheepers



Not only was he assassinated
as a ill man captured in the field
by a British firing squad

but was buried in the ground
in a grave unmarked
planted without a coffin,

buried like rubbish,
or rotting dead meat,
like weed
without anyone heeding
where they laid him down.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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