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Gideon Scheepers

There’s a Boer commandant
that proofs himself at Magersfontein
and help to beat the British there
and at Paardeberg on horseback,
rides right through them
and they cannot touch him.

When his commando
enters the Cape Colony
rail tracts are blown away
and British trains stand and wait
and there are many Cape Boers
that joins him
to fight against
the overwhelming British might.

The British give guns
to the black population
and send them to farmsteads
to murder women and children

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Not The Perpetrators Of The Crime

I caught a burglar in my home,
He was armed with a knife,
When I asked him why he just replied,
You'd better not give me strife

I told him I would call the police,
If he refused to leave,
He looked at me then laughed and said,
What will that achieve.

He said he'd claim it was all my fault,
For trying to get him nabbed,
Because I'd threatened him with arrest,
That would justify me being stabbed.

At that I drew my firearm,
I warned him I would shoot,
He just stood there laughing,
He didn't give a hoot.

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poem by Bri Mar
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Ballade of the guard commander

II

At dusk the sun sets fiery red
behind the bushes
where in beauty it brings tranquillity to the bush-veldt.

There are guards that I inspect as commander
where they stand neatly in a platoon
and I look at them one after the other and then right through them

walk to the guardroom on top of the shooting tower
and in the camp in the operational aria
every thing is in order, the guards are capable.

Early in the evening another officer
comes and plays a game of chess
and we drink icy glasses of beer

but when it gets later their is silence and peace
as if it’s just another evening in a thousand

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poem by Gert Strydom
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The Fountain Refilled

Of Hans Pietro Shanahan
(Who was a most ingenious man)
The Muse of History records
That he'd get drunk as twenty lords.

He'd get so truly drunk that men
Stood by to marvel at him when
His slow advance along the street
Was but a vain cycloidal feat.

And when 'twas fated that he fall
With a wide geographical sprawl,
They signified assent by sounds
Heard (faintly) at its utmost bounds.

And yet this Mr. Shanahan
(Who was a most ingenious man)
Cast not on wine his thirsty eyes
When it was red or otherwise.

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poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The Ballad Of Salvation Bill

'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night,
I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can,
Imagine my emotions of amazement and delight
When I bumped into that Missionary Man.
He was lying lost and dying in the moon's unholy leer,
And frozen from his toes to finger-tips'
The famished wolf-pack ringed him; but he didn't seem to fear,
As he pressed his ice-bond Bible to his lips.

'Twas the limit of my trap-line, with the cabin miles away,
And every step was like a stab of pain;
But I packed him like a baby, and I nursed him night and day,
Till I got him back to health and strength again.
So there we were, benighted in the shadow of the Pole,
And he might have proved a priceless little pard,
If he hadn't got to worrying about my blessed soul,
And a-quotin' me his Bible by the yard.

Now there was I, a husky guy, whose god was Nicotine,
With a "coffin-nail" a fixture in my mug;

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poem by Robert William Service
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Rec Room

[inspectah deck]
Oh, killah hill, killah killa hill
Killah hill, killah killah hill
Killah hill, killah killah hill
10304 style, kid, yea
For all my d.m.d. rec posse niggaz
You out there? is you out there?
I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush
A dazzlin display if you could get close enough
Cold crush like the 4 stinger anaconda
Fierce darts thatll pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks with blue and cappadonna
Spiderman identity peter parker
Crowd pleaser register off the meter
Vocal street sweaper bucks shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, 50 thou in the stands
True fans get it hot like jamaica sands
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan
Clansman stabbin the track with both hands
Not a lost soul who falls for fools gold

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song performed by Inspectah Deck
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