Governments have used and abused me as they came
the oppression of both white and black are all the same,
while sacrifices I was forced to make and action to take
where they acted within and without God's mighty name,
where in this life I am kept from a reckoning,
where unemployed the loss of a career does sting
where so-called men of God do trample my life down
I write humble prayers to God as if He is listening
and when my enemies' lives are covered in stone
their work and its impact will forever be gone
when God in His judgement everyone will meet
where even the effects of the past will be undone
and then I ask from Him who does everything see,
to judge them all in the way that they did judge me.
© Gert Strydom
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