Revolution Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Daleen, after Etienne Van Heerden)

For the brainwashing with words
that you do repeat constantly
so as if too quickly I will forget the meaning
and the indoctrination of your laughter,
the way in which you do throw your hair back,
the things that sometimes let you cry in the church
or at the movies
I do love you,
with the uprising of your breasts,
the cries that are cried out in our intimate moments,
the unrest the comes with your
coming in and going out
of places that you do bring
make that you do climb deeper into my heart.

but the resistance against my authority
as if you do not regard me,
and the rebellion against my selfless loving advice
in every small word and act
and the contradicting
as if you do know better
are the things that I do want to forget
but where it does come to your own destruction
you do turn the world around to the wrong side
when constantly you do fire shots
and do want to continue as if you do not realise
how this is working in on you and me
where the bodies of our falling in love, love and respect
do lay as far as if it does reach up to heaven
and with these real things that do undermine me
you only do bring more and more pain.

[Reference: "Revolusie" (Revolution) by Etienne Van Heerden.]

© Gert Strydom