Macabre Dance Poem by Gert Strydom

It’s goodbye to the house on the hill
overlooking the bay
and nothing will ever again be ok
and the businessman, the learned professor,
the doctor, the dentist, the artisan
and even the artist must die

as now matters are settled with a blade,
an axe, a sub-machinegun and torching
by masses of barbaric uneducated people,
who wants more of every thing
and takes it by force

and it’s goodbye to the farmer
who cultivates the land,
goodbye to the holy man
who teaches people of God,
the tradesman, the shop owner,
the policeman, soldier and guard

as now matters are settled
with airliners, nuclear, bio or chemical bombs
by religious fanatics
who wants to rather kill than convert

and demons are walking among men
as if they are some of them
and mankind is going awry
with some believing that they are gods
and are waiting on a greater god
to land in a UFO
and know about occultist things

and some are living for the power of money,
to buy and to sell
and are sending their neighbours,
brothers and sisters
and all of mankind to hell

and still the words written
by John, Luke and Mark are true
that the Creator will come
to save, to judge and to destroy
and wants to rescue everyone

and the wild animals, the fishes
and birds know that the end is near
before a cloud appears in the sky
in the form of the hand of a man.