Fatherland
I am no longer
from you,
because you have
discarded me.
When I was a boy
you forced me,
to go to war.
I knew blood, sweat and tears
and you killed
my very soul.
Fatherland, still I could not
cut myself from you
and did your bidding,
without calculating the cost.
Now that I am a man,
I am lost
and you do not
see me as your own.
Foreigners are closer
to your heart
than I will ever be
and my brothers,
call other countries
their own.
When will you treat me
with dignity and merit
and when,
will you set me free?
When will you
stop crucifying me
and let me have,
a life of my own?
poem by Gert Strydom
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