I Ask That You Do Hold Your Hand Daily Over Me (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I ask that You do hold Your hand daily over me
where I string through the streets of the city behind other cars,
when minibus taxis try to run me off the road
and angry motorists do hang out of windows to curse,
when glamour-girls patter past at work
and every second white man of my age does loose his job,
while people do talk about their animals and children but especially
about robbers that rape, torture and kill other people
when sirens of ambulances, the fire-brigade
and the police do rush past and I am stuck in traffic
when something terrible, merciless and inhuman
do happen to someone else somewhere
where my land is falling to pieces
and You do know about everything from somewhere in the universe.

© Gert Strydom