Did His Hand Plant Every Scrub? (Limerick) Poem by Gert Strydom

Did His Hand Plant Every Scrub? (Limerick)



Did His hand plant every scrub, flower, plant and tree
and did He let the wild animals here roam free?
Everywhere, on every meadow and on all hills
there are industries, huge satanic mills.
What has become of humanity?

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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