Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 35,876 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

While Being At War - Poem by Gert Strydom

Dear Lord I see
white teeth gleaming
in smiling black faces
of mere children
carrying AK-47 sub-machine guns,
RPG rocket launchers
and landmines
and they are part of the Unita army
in neighbouring Angola

and the games they play
includes rape, killing and robbery
and while I drive by
they salute
before holding out their hands to beg
for another cigarette
and I wonder if anyone of them
has ever heard your name?

© Gert Strydom

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 27, 2017



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