Verslae kind
verganklik soos die wind
gebruiksartikel in ‘n spel
aanbidding van mammon
se goud en mag en hel
jou oog se sprankel lag
op moederskoot uitgeknikker
met honger koue bitter
siembamba mamma se kindjie……
verlate verskrik alleen
deur orde as pion bejëen
opgediende nagmaalfees
grond en mag moes behoue wees
jou gees se blik vir jou beskik
kind teen kind, aan flarde geruk
gruweldade se kasty en druk
eiebelang, selfsug se vervloekte juk
siembamba mamma se kindjie…..
steeds oë wat tuur
op aardse hel en vuur
heroÏene oordaad maak jou kneg
wellus, goud en mag se weg
vooruitgang misbruik en die smag
jou nimmereindigende wintersnag
klots eggo’s vrae en verwyt
ongenaakbaar weggesmyt
hoon en gryns die mens
siembamaba mamma se kindjie……
Mamma……….?
© 2011 Johan Schoeman
Opgedra aan Lizzy van Zyl van Bloemfontein en my inspirasie Ammie Moon
Emily Hobhouse tells the story of the young Lizzie van Zyl who died in the Bloemfontein concentration camp: "She was a frail, weak little child in desperate need of good care. Yet, because her mother was one of the 'undesirables' due to the fact that her father neither surrendered nor betrayed his people, Lizzie was placed on the lowest rations and so perished with hunger that, after a month in the camp, she was transferred to the new small hospital. Here she was treated harshly. The English disposed doctor and his nurses did not understand her language and, as she could not speak English, labeled her an idiot although she was mentally fit and normal. One day she dejectedly started calling:
Mother! Mother! I want to go to my mother! One Mrs Botha walked over to her to console her. She was just telling the child that she would soon see her mother again, when she was brusquely interrupted by one of the nurses who told her not to interfere with the child as she was a nuisance." Shortly afterwards, Lizzie van Zyl died.
verganklik soos die wind
gebruiksartikel in ‘n spel
aanbidding van mammon
se goud en mag en hel
jou oog se sprankel lag
op moederskoot uitgeknikker
met honger koue bitter
siembamba mamma se kindjie……
verlate verskrik alleen
deur orde as pion bejëen
opgediende nagmaalfees
grond en mag moes behoue wees
jou gees se blik vir jou beskik
kind teen kind, aan flarde geruk
gruweldade se kasty en druk
eiebelang, selfsug se vervloekte juk
siembamba mamma se kindjie…..
steeds oë wat tuur
op aardse hel en vuur
heroÏene oordaad maak jou kneg
wellus, goud en mag se weg
vooruitgang misbruik en die smag
jou nimmereindigende wintersnag
klots eggo’s vrae en verwyt
ongenaakbaar weggesmyt
hoon en gryns die mens
siembamaba mamma se kindjie……
Mamma……….?
© 2011 Johan Schoeman
Opgedra aan Lizzy van Zyl van Bloemfontein en my inspirasie Ammie Moon
Emily Hobhouse tells the story of the young Lizzie van Zyl who died in the Bloemfontein concentration camp: "She was a frail, weak little child in desperate need of good care. Yet, because her mother was one of the 'undesirables' due to the fact that her father neither surrendered nor betrayed his people, Lizzie was placed on the lowest rations and so perished with hunger that, after a month in the camp, she was transferred to the new small hospital. Here she was treated harshly. The English disposed doctor and his nurses did not understand her language and, as she could not speak English, labeled her an idiot although she was mentally fit and normal. One day she dejectedly started calling:
Mother! Mother! I want to go to my mother! One Mrs Botha walked over to her to console her. She was just telling the child that she would soon see her mother again, when she was brusquely interrupted by one of the nurses who told her not to interfere with the child as she was a nuisance." Shortly afterwards, Lizzie van Zyl died.
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