Poetry

Away are the orange, white and blue
and there is another flag that I observe fluttering
as a sign of our country
and continually this country is stained with blood,
while millions of Afrikaners are leaving it
and the others are clinging to their land like I am doing
while the hand of a dark spirit does beget abdominal crimes
and my Lord, I am still trusting on Your mercy
that You like in the ancient times will again bring flesh to the bones
and will erect people, who stand as loyal as Gideon Scheepers did,
although they are scattered from work, from a home and their loved ones
and Lord, I want to insist upon a great change to come
and although we are one nation an unreasonable settling is constantly being forced down
and in the cities and the rural arias people are being affected
 
and Lord, I know that you do keep record of those that follow you,
that You do bare knowledge about every single thing
that Your rains of destruction will fall at a time
and that You do measure out a time for all governments,
that You do notice where innocent people wander around scattered,
how a new government does disinherit people from their future,
that you do observe sincere people of all colours that are trying to serve You,
also those that are murderer, are raped and that does die in the hands of robbers
and may the whole world know about our sincerity and Your salvation,
that to the bitter end true to You and our duty and blood,
we did not want to forget our people, our ideals and our God,
that we do only cling to Your salvation
and that although the enemy wanted us to forsake everything
we trusted that You would heal and mend our country.