The Afrikaner

Grey in the moonlight rises the massive goliath

Command the young trees at his foot

the twilight wind breeze rush

And rebellious, like gods, cries the forest

The moon reflection creating a smile on his cheek

In the twilight gloom wet his cheek in tear tint:

He meditates on developing a dream, the fallacy

of kin, meditating on folklore and oppression

In front of his face, the realm of mortality extends

Where all his infinity and confidants rest

and the dusk wind lightly breeze over the lifeless

White moon laments over stones omnipresent

And whimsically the history that rests there

the recent Afrikaner world that passed away

Mattheus Frederik