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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My country lies in pieces</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My country lies in pieces<br>as if it was in a hell of a fatal accident<br>and daily I see Johnny’s and Helana’s<br>on gravel and on grass<br>that does not know where<br>they fit into the new world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How must my people go on<br>when life stops <br>for them in the middle<br>of a swamp<br>and where is Johnny going to get a job<br>and where is Helena going to stay<br>or is she going to open her doors wide<br>and invite every man inside <br>for a pound of two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain our blood clotted<br>and fell on rock<br>of this mother earth<br>and at times in the dark night, <br>I still dream <br>about rifles cracking in war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s like nothing<br>can change things back<br>to what it was<br>and there’s no new tomorrow, <br>waiting on my people<br>and not a reasonable chance<br>to make a life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pray time and again<br>and ask the great Lord<br>just for a place in the sun<br>and to stay free as a citizen<br>and that merit must apply<br>and my soul that dies inside of me, <br>draws strong to the field<br>where the sunlight falls<br>and thunders flash blue white<br>over the iron rocky outcrops.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between the things of life<br>white men are searching for work<br>and wonder how <br>to place bread on the table<br>and I see them stand<br>as car guards<br>at supermarkets<br>and it’s as if those<br>that brings and measure out the calamity, <br>tear pages out of their lives<br>and artlessly roll cigarette zols<br>out of a family Bible<br>and I wonder if our blood <br>will have to clot<br>and how far things will have to go<br>or has it become part of life<br>and is it quite normal<br>for everyone? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Spoorwegramp by Henley-on-Klip by JC Steyn. Johnny=> John everyman. Helana=> Beautiful women. Hellen of Troy.]</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>
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that does not know where
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