God, help me, You did not create me <br />to beg for crumbs <br />and I bend my knees to nobody <br />but to You who deserve it <br /> <br />and even in my misery You walk on the road with me, <br />see the boots of the oppressors, <br />how they trample <br />my humanity and that of other Afrikaners, <br />leaving indelible impressions <br /> <br />that begs for your judgement, <br />that asks that You even break rocks, <br />destroying them, <br />who do not consider myself and other Afrikaners as human beings. <br /> <br />Let Your judgement fall as was prophesied, <br />loosen the winds of Your battle, <br />let Your broom wipe clean <br />and free my people and me <br />that we also each can have a place in the sun <br />and stay forever free in Your protecting hand.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-i-pray-in-answer-to-matthews-phosa/
