I wait upon God to help me
to pick up the pieces of life
where I do whatever I can
to try and make a living
where the high officials of a church
do make my career undone,
say that I do have a problem with women,
that I cannot work under authority
and after ten years
I am still being persecuted without cause by people,
my mother says vengeance do only belong to God
where eternally I want to jerk them in the mouth
and I wonder if they do know
that hell awaits liars and deceivers?
© Gert Strydom
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