When the killing criminals come
When the killing criminals come
there will be no pistol
or shotgun to protect me
and my family,
since I couldn’t pay the price
that the new government asked
and the police legally robbed me,
but they are incapable of finding
my two stolen cars back
or catching the criminals
who were responsible.
poem by Gert Strydom
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