In Angola (2) Poem by Gert Strydom

Where at a time there had been civilization
buildings now stand in ruins and in strips of grass
with pock-marks of bullets, grenades
and mortar bombs and a dried puddle of blood

where wild flowers doe rise,
nature with thorny trees do disguise these places
and the umbrella-thorn bursts through everything,
while red sand, buckets full comes into every dwelling

that later only here and there walls do skeleton,
a hamlet that has its own story.

© Gert Strydom