Peace (Sonnet Sequence) Poem by Gert Strydom

At eighteen I was called to the military
for compulsory service in a time of war.
My life changed from what it was before.
It felt if from destiny I would not be free,

that a time of true peace would never be;
the havoc that war brings I want nevermore,
no-one wins in a time of blood and gore.
A new government proclaims tranquillity,

yet a young-man puts on a red beret,
at universities cars and buildings burn,
ten kilogram rocks are from bridges dropped,
farmers are being killed on every day,
at robbery some officials take a turn,
the killing of the police is not stopped.
II

The killing of the police is not stopped,
for a place in the sun for each one I pray;
by both black and white men I am robbed,
to my own, tomorrow is a fearful day,

while I wonder what kind of peace is this,
remember howitzer guns that thundered,
while many do not the pestilence miss,
in havoc shopping malls are plundered.

Daily do I pray for a real change of heart,
for people for one another truly to care,
for real leaders to play a meaningful part,
are of the smallest acts of kindness aware,

also that amidst challenging times we are
but that happiness and kindness is not far.