1
Bring back my days of innocence
where the farm is quiet with cattle that graze
and no criminal or rapist do strike,
where I catch the smell of alfalfa,
barefoot walk in the red-sand home.
2
Bring back the carefree days
where no one steals my car,
while I am wooing a girlfriend
and twenty Rand at the Spur
buys two burgers, cool-drinks and desert.
3
I am searching for a time
where easily I could get permanent employment
where the employer cared about his employees,
did drive out to a house if one was ill
and provide help if he could.
4
Again in the twilight I want to walk outside,
to see the silver-white stars and golden moon,
smell the rain on the evening-wind,
do not want to fear to be robbed or assaulted
but truly want to know tranquillity in my South Africa.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really miss the old South Africa