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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Salmon Van As</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a night just as the moon is rising<br>a British officer comes by horse with a white flag<br>and the rifle barrels of the Boers follow him, <br>as they are on guard at the front post.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evening after evening he comes<br>and sometimes rides past in a cloud of dust<br>where he is spying on their positions<br>and tries to lead them astray with his chattering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With words that by now they know: <br>“No nation will win against us.<br>Surrender tonight, <br>as you have already lost the war.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a hillock Salmon van As is at the front post<br>and something creaks below him in the trees and bushes<br>where he is standing with his Mauser rifle at the ready<br>and he knows of the atrocities of this Englishman<br>where with a thunder clap he shoots at him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some black men run back to the British camp<br>to tell the story of the shot, <br>where a red headed major stamps his feet in anger<br>and swears to God to take revenge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Convinced of his own innocence Salmon van As <br>stays openly on his own farm, <br>where he goes on with his life in Heidelberg<br>and just after the peace of Vereniging, <br>when it fits the British, <br>they insist on his arrest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is brought before a military court<br>where he is not given any chance to defend himself, <br>as probably he would have succeeded in his own defence<br>and the British officer says his final say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At daylight the Lee Metford rifles of the British soldiers fire<br>and like Gideon Scheepers there’s a Boer that falls, <br>a Boer citizen is murdered by the British<br>and in the cliff a thorn tree on his grave still tells that story.</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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