When A Procession Marches By Poem by Gert Strydom

When A Procession Marches By



When a procession marches by
with shrilling trumpets, horns
and drums with a muttering beat
and cheer to an unknown god
repeating its name
time and time again
until it resounds in my ear,
I have no fear
and my spirit is clear,
my eye is set
on the sky
to watch if the coming
of Christ draws near.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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