South Africa frightens you
and here you feel like others trapped
where murder, torture and robbery constantly
hangs like thundershowers in the air
and a knife, pistol or machinegun
or anything that can hurt badly
is pressed against a person's head
to take by force and so very out of control
where people like barbarians have got more than one wife,
do resists with stones and burning car-tyres,
do plunder, do take and do just what they want
as if they can live without any law
and yet these disasters do hit white, black and brown
where our country is crumbling to ash and rubble.
© Gert Strydom
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