My Words Poem by Gert Strydom

With words spinning in a blur
becoming part of every thing
encompassing everyone
I want my verses to fork out

in bolts of blazing thunder
that shatters oppression
set the wrong ablaze flaming
and yet falls like sunshine
or drops of rain,
wherever there is pain

wherever beauty and sanctity
still reigns in this world and let my prayers
be aflame with mercy
but fall with destruction at their core
to settle the score for the weak, the oppressed
and may everyone struggling to be blessed.