meta content='Afrikaanse Gedigte' name='description'/> Lukas se Gedigte: Werklose Dood

Saturday 24 January 2015

Werklose Dood

‘n Werklose Britse immugrant

lê dood in die sand

word vermoor aangetref

met ‘n marmer asbak getref

 

geringe meswonde aan sy keel

pla die polisie nie veel

geen tekens van ‘n bakleiery

niks van ‘n grootskaalse drinkery

 

‘n Gereelde besoeker aan die kroeg

Daar was hy sommer vroeg, vroeg

In ‘n naburige hotel

Het sy drinkerbroers vertel

 

Altyd sy skuld terugbetaal

Al was hy altyd kaal

Hulle het die drankies gekoop

En maar vir die beste gehoop.

 

 

L.C.J. Engelbrecht

 




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