Gert Strydom - The Anglo Boer war
When that wimp of a Englishman <br />called Cecil John Rhodes <br />decided that he wanted gold, <br />that the diamonds in his pockets <br />was not enough <br /> <br />he wanted to see that British Union Jack flutter, <br />over the whole of Southern Africa <br />to his queen he went <br />to enchant her patriotic soul <br />to claim the Orange Free State <br />and Transvaal Republics as British territories <br /> <br />to sent three thousand <br />Christian farmers to their deaths, <br />to burn farmsteads down to the ground, <br />to throw salt in the lands, <br />to slaughter every animal there, <br /> <br />to murder twenty thousand women <br />and children <br />in concentration camps <br /> <br />and to loose twenty eight thousand <br />of the queen’s own as killed, as dead <br />shot through the heart, shot through the head. <br /> <br /> <br />[Note: My own great grandmother died in a British concentration camp and my great grandfather was sent by the British to St. Helena as a prisoner of war and as a result of this, my grandfather grew up in a orphanage.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-anglo-boer-war/
