John Phillip Poem by Gert Strydom

John Phillip



Forever the wandering ghost
of that meddling interfering missionary John Phillip
is haunting, and he is bellicose
and in the highest ears he again lets his words slip

and once again he acts the same
as at Slagtersnek where rebellious farmers did hang high
(were hanged again when the ropes broke)
and once more he slanders the Afrikaner's name,
while innocently he tells lie upon lie
and here and there a funny joke.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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