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Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013

I am lost in another country, maybe on another planet

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where children are without any respect
and have got more rights than their parents.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where the politicians
steal away a own culture, religion and the values
from the souls of children.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where primary school children
do love each other naked and intimate
in the bushes of the park.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where drug addiction
is the in thing
among children and their friends.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where foreign criminals
possess real estate, hijack cars
and stay and live at about any place.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where people see almost any other thing
to possess something divine
and think that they are equal to the Lord.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where the former system
totally declining
where now in the havoc people wander along
without any humanity in them.

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Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013

And this is how it’s in the new South Africa:

It’s a place where people hide beyond high fences
with dogs patrolling up and down
and the hope that criminals
while break in somewhere else,
while hijackers aim their guns
at somebody else
and that they will take a car with force
from somebody else,
and that they will shoot to kill
somebody else,

with the wish that foreigners
will estrange somebody else from work,
that the government
will take the possessions
of somebody else.

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Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013

South Africa is also my country [2]

My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa
where the government do not care about my interests
but are only following something primitive

and so the country continues in its decline
while people stream in from all over Africa.
My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa

while I am asking for salvation for myself and my nation,
and I am praying to you Lord God,
while the authorities bow down before ancestral spirits
and I am bringing our destiny to You that are omnipotent;
my language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa…

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Satish Verma, 27 june 2013

DARK LANGUAGE

Wanted to wear the grief uncrying,
sitting on the bank, counting the waves,
watching the swaying of earthen lamps.

There was a little water on the moon,
charged atoms settling in the lap of a sponge.
The water becomes the moon,
floating on goat's milk.

My descent starts to find the truth.
Where the water has gone from the eyes?
The mirrors always tell the lie.

The headless body writhes in the dust,
words change the author of a murder.
A crowd finds a knife only.

Once again a century weeps!

Satish Verma

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David de la Croes, 26 june 2013

Above the clouds

Golden sun rays flow
above the clouds - and below
silver linings glow.

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Gert Strydom, 26 june 2013

I am devoting my whole life to you

My Lord, I am devoting my whole life to you,
I have sworn a sacred oath to be true,
you affect my life, my every breath,
if it is necessary even my death;
I do consider you in all that I do,
I am devoting my whole life to you.

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Gert Strydom, 26 june 2013

While my days were only solitary (English sestets)

While my days were only solitary,
my destruction came at the greatest speed
while demons, humans descended on me
with their utmost kind of malignant greed
I prayed while my life was in waste,
to come to my salvation in great haste,

while day by day was only passing by,
while everything was just working out wrong
while it felt as if you did not hear any cry
I asked my God, how long still, how long?
At your mercy desperately waiting,
waiting for anything to be happening

while I did not comprehend the designs
of your plans for my life, for my future
when I could not find any positive signs
of hope or salvation, not a feature,
against my common sense I still did trust
that overnight my life you could adjust,

even when my own efforts were in vain,
at your very feet salvation I did claim
when my emotions only turned to pain,
believing the promises you proclaim
while continually I tried and headed on,
trying to remain sincere, true and strong,

when in no human face I could find grace,
or find a person or place where I belong,
when I could not wander from place to place,
when even friends were doing me much wrong,
God, I was down on my knees before you,
still insisting that you had to be true.

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Alicja Kuberska, 25 june 2013

A stranger

It seems to me,
I know her from somewhere.
The familiar eyes look at me.
A smile lights up her face.

She holds a diploma in hand
and believes that she can easily
change a man and the world.
Naive girl.

Young mother
Matured with love.
Secrets of the night were to be
The happiness of days.

Woman in suit.
Screw of corporations.
Sells her soul for pennies.
One day she will wake up.

Time is merciful
It steals moments from memory
Leaves only small fragments
and whispers of her

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Gert Strydom, 25 june 2013

It’s not much fun to be alone

“Its not much fun to be alone,” said she
“but two who stick together can help each other
out of all kinds of jeopardy,
but then I am silly and why would you bother?”
Suddenly with her the whole world looked merry
as she was smiling at me and I thought she was lovely.

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Gert Strydom, 25 june 2013

My heart does no more belong to me (English sestets)

(after Christina Georgina Rossetti)

My heart does no more belong to me,
as in loving I have given it to you
where it grows in sweet tranquillity,
as tender well-cared plants often do.
My heart is like an iridescent shell
that is swept out to your feet with the swell

in the waters of the endless blue sea,
in which the sounds of joy is whispering
with the great magic as life ought to be
but still my heart stays a delicate thing
that at times you do call your very own,
while we experience joys somewhat unknown.

Proclaim your love as something eternal
while we wander under cobalt blue skies
opposing everything dark, infernal,
while happiness is reflected in your eyes
as you have come to live in my own life
as my angel, my lovely sweet wife.

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I am lost in another country, maybe on another planet

And this is how it’s in the new South Africa:

South Africa is also my country [2]

DARK LANGUAGE

Above the clouds

I am devoting my whole life to you

While my days were only solitary (English sestets)

A stranger

It’s not much fun to be alone

My heart does no more belong to me (English sestets)

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