Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For too long I am waiting (in answer to Koos A. Kombuis)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For too long I am waiting<br>caught in a anthill, <br>that people call an apartment, <br>where everyone lives for himself<br>as if the others do not exist<br>and music bleats right through the night, <br>people of another race shamelessly<br>cavort, whore and drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For too long criminals stare at me on the street, <br>Zimbabweans, Tanzanians and people<br>from right across Africa sniggers<br>as if my music system, DVD player and TV<br>in the lounge belongs to them<br>and hit with lashing tongues<br>in French and Portuguese <br>which here is totally foreign<br>and I have got to look if an AK-47<br>is pointing at me<br>when I drive with my car from the garage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For too long I receive foolish electronic mails<br>and SMS’s on my computer and cellular phone<br>from a certain political party, <br>as if these people in a way<br>have an interest in my jobless situation<br>while in parliament <br>they do not oppose affirmative action<br>and my last cents left my purse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I despise the rubbish<br>on the front papers of newspapers<br>and do not want to know<br>how the president’s seventh wife looks like<br>while my whole country<br>is falling to pieces bit by bit<br>and the Afrikaner is systematically mauled<br>with poverty waiting <br>and like a total idiot<br>is totally unaware of it<br>until catastrophe hits him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knights swear at others on the road<br>and have relationships with each other’s wives<br>while they live only for the here and now<br>and Philistines from right across Africa<br>surge in millions<br>and overnight become citizens<br>with greater and better rights<br>and to nowhere else<br>they are going to drive me out<br>even if they write abusive names<br>and who now what<br>in graffiti writing<br>while every morning, afternoon and night<br>I lift my eyes to the almighty God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Reference: Psalm 150 (b) by Koos A. Kombuis.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398011" data-title="For too long I am waiting (in answer to Koos A. Kombuis) de Gert Strydom" data-description="For too long I am waiting
caught in a anthill, 
that people call an apartment, 
where everyone lives for himself
as if the others do not exist
and music bleats right through the night, 
people of another race shamelessly
cavort, whore and drink.

..."></div>
</div>
</div>