Awaiting Execution (In Answer To Dikobe Wa Mogale) Poem by Gert Strydom

Awaiting Execution (In Answer To Dikobe Wa Mogale)



Somewhere in a semi dark room
right next to the gallows
a man daily awaits his doom
and obscurely destiny
reaches out its fingers
clamping like a knot around his neck
and although his hands
is red with blood,
he is stained by a terrorist act
he feels free
as if the slaughter
of a innocent white citizen
or a group at that
was done in just cause
and moments pause
as death hangs in the air
and he can sense
its intimate presence there
in Pretoria central prison
and his soul already rots
from the innocent blood
lying on his conscience
and a thrill goes down his spine
while a prison door slams shut
and death is somewhere
almost forever far too near.

[Reference: crucifixion by Dikobe wa Mogale.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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