I Wonder About Humanity Poem by Gert Strydom

When the sand-brown Ratel armoured cars
does burst through a village of mud huts
of the local population
in the middle of the night
with canon barrels and machineguns
are aimed carefully
and people do flee frightened
before the horror that is coming

then I do wonder about humanity
about being a Christian
when the chaplain
does read out of the Bible and do pray
and then I do wonder where the devil really is?