<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The havoc of war</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a Smoking and burning <br>enemy battle tank<br>stands stopped in its tracks, <br>like a metal coffin<br>with its occupants<br>still hatched in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a BRDM enemy armoured car<br>is encased by leaping flames<br>and the phosphoric burning smell<br>is churning in my guts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some dead Cuban soldiers lay<br>cut from the stem<br>mangled in blood and guts<br>and the machinegun is still chattering<br>and I wish to be, <br>in another place and time<br>than to be a part<br>of this slaughtering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a Bleating Gemsbok rushes past<br>trying to outrun the flames, <br>that leap through the field<br>while the machines of war<br>brings death to the living.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shot after shot is fired<br>at killing range<br>and it’s hot and deafening<br>inside the Ratel, <br>but the wind<br>brushes through my hair<br>where I stand<br>in the top hatch<br>and trees and bushes<br>sweep past<br>as if screened in a movie house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enemy armour keeps exploding<br>and my voice sounds strange<br>and unfamiliar to me, <br>while I give directions<br>for the next killing.</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=399584" data-title="The havoc of war de Gert Strydom" data-description="a Smoking and burning enemy battle tank stands stopped in its tracks, like a metal coffin with its occupants still hatched in. a BRDM enemy armoured car is encased by leaping flames and the phosphoric burning smell is churning in my guts. Some..."></div> </div> </div>

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