Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,043 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

With The World In The Cooking Pot (Tennyson-Turner Sonnet) - Poem by Gert Strydom

I saw quite clearly many dogs and cats
caged and whining somewhat fearfully
among some terrified hamsters and rats
looking, gazing, whimpering tearfully

before being cooked or fried alive
for some strange kind of people to eat
while more people did constantly arrive
walking in expectantly from the street.

I saw no animal befriending man
and in a horrific kind of vision
how radical science and nuclear fission
in the hands of madmen fried every human

turning on the living nuclear emission
looking like an extreme calculated plan.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012


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