ONE NIGHT IN GRABOUW

In benign Grabouw, where apples grow;
far as i can recall,
there is no crime at any given time;
no violence at all.

Nestled in the hollow, it's hard to swallow,
what has happened there;
a night on the town, brought a man down,
a few drinks to ease the care.

The country silently sleeps, my soul quietly weeps,
for someone I did'nt know,
beaten to death in a cell, trapped in a living hell;
waiting for the final blow.

He came to construct, not to obstruct.
In his home far away,
there is his wife, he was her life,
which is now in disarray.

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Margaret said…
Nice blog! Surfed here from the blog catalog.

*wave*
November 10, 2007 at 6:55 PM
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