Nero
He lives in his white house
and slowly each day
the world passes him by
and there are things
and people to get
and to use,
to expand his empire.
There are some more places
where armour can roll in
and the local population
can in fear run away
from bombing flying machines
and from the hunger for more power
and the fervour for more money and oil
he becomes totally insane,
while his men
invade foreign countries
the one after the other.
The speakers
of his very modern sound system
play violin sonatas
while a enemy terrorist nuclear device
explodes somewhere in his city
and against the shock waves
and radiation he is protected
and outside
flames leaped into the sky
while for very long
life cannot exist there anymore.
poem by Gert Strydom
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