The Parable Of The Outcasts Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to D. J. Opperman)

From the sheep ewes that were lambing
a horde of lambs did come
but then I found my brother sitting against the bark of a tree
and with a little black one he was totally dumbstruck.

The herds of goats bred by the pedigree register
did attract many buyers
but then there was one that was red all over
for which no one would pay a cent

and together my brother and I did raise the outcasts,
as pets did come to love the two of them
when we one morning did find both slaughtered
with the smell of their meat on the wind

from the feast-fires that were burning at the natives
and still I see that picture from my childhood memory.

[Reference:"Sprokie van die spikkelkoei" (Fairy-tale of the speckled-cow)by D, J. Opperman.]