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  45.     

A Campaign Revisited (Revised)

Africa once again was wracked with pain
As warfare stalked the land
And through the years of the copious tears,
Few could understand
That death and life in the time of strife
Was purely a matter of chance
Thrills were brisk; men took great risk
As they danced that deadly dance.

It's a blazing hot day and who can say what the future holds in store,
In the dust and the heat, a soldier's heartbeat marks the steady passage of time,
When approach in file at around one mile, terrs, and they number several score.
Soldiers spot the advance and leaving nothing to chance, they swiftly deploy in a line.

A shot rings out; an anguished shout - a firefight thus began
With so many guns blazing the din is amazing; it is a chaotic afray!
Confusion all about, a cry and a shout, each must do as he can
There's a strangled curse, a man falls to earth, he utters a cry of dismay.

A brief time the fight rages till the enemy disengages; melts away as thief in the night
Of a sudden all is still, tally the toll if you will - casualties lie all about like litter.
Bandaged, drip in arm, the cas-evac, pale but calm, is chopper-loaded for homeward flight
Whilst on the ground fresh troops abound to carry anew the fight to the quitter.

Now let it be known of those who have flown: northward they go and with haste
Pace quickened by fear, and far and near the bush beats to an urgent drum.
They dare not slack or even look back; the hard fact must be faced
That the peril at rear is in high gear to complete the work already begun.

Silent they pass through the golden grass
Toward the sand pits of Miami
On and on through the Longcut Pass
And the air is hot and clammy

Seldom they pause for they have good cause to make haste; men are hot on their trail
There's scarcely a breeze through the leafless trees; lack of rest starts to take its toll.
And then it comes where the Angwa runs that the chasers see those that they tail.
With pulses quick that follow-up stick hear blood in their ears like a thunder roll.

With a burst of speed, sufficient to need, the pursuers set out at the double
Around on the flank near the left hand bank, unseen they bypass those they persue.
They deploy on the ridge quite near to the bridge, and steel themselves for trouble
With the enemy near it seems quite clear that fell strife will surely ensue!

'Hold fire', breaths the sarge as the terrs loom large; 'I'll shoot when the time is right.'
There's a crack then a roar and, as the sarge soon saw, his plan had served him well
These terrs, they rue their fate but all too late for theirs is a terrible plight
Over half are hit; there's no help for it - they flee, comrades left where they fell.

Let it be said that eight are dead; of the original twelve remain four,
And this remnant band makes a desperate a stand in a hollow down by the river
It is a time in hell and it doesn't end well for at last they fight on no more,
A stark silence fell on that deathly dell, a silence to make bold men shiver.

Twelve spirits ascend by the river's bend and go to the place that all spirits go
Silent they pass through the golden grass
Like the wind; it's quite uncanny.
On and on over the Longcut Pass
The air no longer hot and clammy.

Then heard at last, a kudoo-horn blast and they abide with their ancestors staunch
Limited no more as they were before; strange powers to them are born.
With their souls unfurled in the spirit world, they have it in their power to launch
The dark powers of the night and the afterworld's might, against those that do not conform.

So let it be said for the sake of the dead
That war is a desperate affair.
Their lives are lost; it's a terrible cost
And who will in later times care?
And win or lose, most would choose
To palaver if given the chance,
But never was it so, so off to war men go,
There to dance that deadly dance.





















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  46.     

Beneath The Sun Has Tyranny Done What Tyranny Does Best

Amid the blowing winter grass,
Upon a gentle rise
A young man sits in khaki clad
With vision in his eyes.
He sees the rough and virgin land
Transforming in his mind,
He sees the untamed wilderness
Take on shape, defined.

By force of will and strength of mind
The land is caused to yield -
What once was but a wilderness
Is now sleek stock and field.
Harnessed now the bountiful earth;
The farmer plies his trade:
The earth is tilled and silos filled
by toil is progress made.

And year on year by toil and tear
Are more improvements made.
Paddocks fenced where fatstock graze,
Bank overdrafts are paid.
And in wide fields the golden leaf
Grow tall in the summer heat,
Along the path to the farm school
Tread little learners feet.

But now in power are greedy men
By scruple unconstrained,
Whoes lust for riches knows no bounds
By conscience aren't restrained.
And driven by their envious hearts,
Reap where they did not sow;
Through years and years of unrestraint
They've sunk so very low!

Those who have no better trick
Than belittle, mock and jeer,
The lowest dregs of human kind
And vile beyond compare
Come menacing up the dry farm road
To do their filthy worst,
Brandishing their spears and axes
By God! This land is cursed.

And now that farm just lies in ruin,
The tragedy is vast:
The work by generations done, now
A shadow in the past.
And all of which he was justly proud
Is now a devils jest:
Beneath the sun has tyranny done
What tyranny does best!











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  47.     

The Elephants (Revised)

Shadows stretch long toward the west,
The bushveld air yet cool from night
In land where man and beast contest -
Man the hunter of unequaled might,
Elephants the object of his quest

Alongside the herd two veteran bulls
Stands tall in morning light
And from their heads in glory full
Great tusks of gleaming white. 

Experience guides them to the grove
Where buds of spring shoot still.
There they banquet from the trove;
They have great bellies to fill! 

Tender shoots plucked from tallest trees
Of most exquisite taste
By agile trunks with greatest ease
And nothing goes to waste. 

As shadows decline, the day's heat grows
The duo seek for rest
And from experience each beast knows
Beneath which tree shade is best

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Now through the bush a poor man passes,
Life for him is tough
Far is he from the pampered classes
Fate has dealt him rough.

A master he of the bushcraft arts
He checks his ancient rifle.
His quarry, the elephants of these parts;
His self-set task's no trifle. 

He examines the track for tell-tale sign,
Notes the bearing of the breeze,
Thinks through again his grim design
And frets on unpaid school fees. 

Beneath a large and leafy tree,
In deep shade rest our duo.
Elsewhere the poacher sits, and he
Counts out his precious ammo. 

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Now from the dust and heat and haze
Oblique rays grant respite.
The drift begins as in bygone days
To water as mellows the light.

Direct the winding path proceeds
To the banks of the hippo'd pan
Where all may quaff their watery needs
To last full a one-day span.

At water biostrus games unfold
Cavorting giants unaware
Of the cost they may yet be tolled
For the ivory they bear.

Against speeding bullet, what defence
For loss of range, what plan?
Let the weeping and the wailing commence
Oh greedy hearted man! 

Retiring now into the gathering dusk,
Where lethal shot rings out soon...
And vile mankind who covets tusk
Brings elephant-kind to early doom.





















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  48.     

My Life Poem

My life is all about poems, love, and something else but I roll on with life with help from people that like me for who I am. Keep your friends close and your lovers closer not really but I wish that was true for it to happen. I would have to wait on it but I think it can happen. Thinking and knowing what life is going to bring to you or something else to happen I don’t know. In my life is something to do anything into my life, I think there is something to do in life. Death is something not to be thinking about right now. That is what I not trying to think about, besides that I can’t think about it at all. I have no idea why I think about it from time to time. Not in school or out of school but I think about something or someone to be with me. I can’t say anything about people who like me for who I am but there is a lesson in life to learn about or something else. My life can’t be any worse I have no idea why life is nothing to be ashamed about being yourself. There is days that you are up and then down it is like a big roller coaster. this can’t get any worse but there are many things in life to think about than death. I really don’t know why that I think about somethings after all life is a key to being alive is no joke about trying to do die. The keys to life are life key, friendship key, love key, believe key, thinking key, demon key, poetry key, drawing key, and many more types of key doors are; soul door, life door, love door, friendship door, thinking door, believe door, demon door, poetry door, drawing door, and many more types of doors. Looking for something to do is to me writing poems about life and death for most people thinking about people and other things. Most poems are about someone’s life or death experience it is more like a challenge I don’t why I had to put that down but it is hard thinking of things to do in life more people think that there is nothing to do but think about life that is all I do. Thinking about keys and doors are something to do for people I don’t know why I say things with out thinking about it first that is nothing new for me to think about everyday and other people that I cant talk about things that have no meaning to me but there is a line between reality and friction nothing in life is fair you cant just go around asking for something to do when you know there is something to do inn life but I roll is by writing poems for other people and reasons that is y I think it is hard for some people to write poems. Poems do not have to be about love or death it can be about other things in life, in time it could build over time I mean life is a mysterious key you ay not know anything else or what happened to you but that is life my dad told me once in awhile that life is nothing but a big puzzle there are many pieces that can go together. That is what life is a big puzzle nothing else. Doors and keys can help you but they can not guide you everywhere you go but that is not a good thing they are there to help you, not to be used in everyday life. Life, things, and love are great things to have but that can change in an instant but that is how people think about life and death some people think that life is all fun and games until something happens to them that is how I figured it out I know that things can change in instants but life, death, love, people, friends, and other things in life are changing around us and we didn’t even know about it that is nothing I want to keep telling people about life and death that is one thing I cant keep telling people what to do in life but I can be there for them not for ever it is hard being myself in this life. I can’t remember what I was doing but I figured that it is nothing good to be done in life. Nothing else to do in life is to be myself, nobody else just me. Many people think im a freak all because I write poems and I’m trying to be someone that wants to be himself. Life is something that can’t be change, but the heart can be change and the soul is something helps you. Love, life, dreams, and friends that is something I live by for now. Some days it is like I have no choice on what I do but I know how to keep someone that you love. It was not anything to be worried about but I love writing poems more than anything I don’t care what other people have to say about me they can say what ever they want to say about me. Even if people think about you in bad ways you think about yourself even more. In life you might get married or not depends on what you think about a person that you are in love with. So many people think that there is more to then other things I don’t know why people think about those things. Into the life im in is to be four people in life. This something I would be writing but im typing for some odd reason I just don’t know why. Here is the lives im in; first life is the life im in,2nd life is with my girlfriend,3rd life is Romeo, and the last life is in a poem. It is nothing to do with my life but I haven’t been myself for a while but I can get back to myself after this poem because of my will to write poems everyday and night no matter what happens I still write poems. Things in life is sometimes helpful and sometimes not. But that is how I think about it. Most of the time there is life and death to make you think which one you are living in. I’m in the middle of life and death. You better make the best of it, keeping your self in between of things is how it is. Of things to keep me alive is something to keep me in my place. Of course the life people are in having to think about this for awhile. Keep thinking about my life is what I do and don’t but I keep telling myself “who am I but it is happening to me and my life I keep telling.” Having fun or no fun that is life it isn’t fun but I have been saying this to myself now. Here is something called birth, child, teenager, life, old man, and then death. Making friends in life to keep you on the right path. Keys to life are; birth key, teenager’s keys, path key, soul key, death key, keeping yourself alive key. That is how I think about things that I have been doing into my life. thanks to me I have been stuck in hell or somewhere. I keep thinking and telling people that I want to be myself, no one else just me. This what my life is about just trying to tell people that I don’t want to be anyone else but me. Life, death, and thinking about who I am.
 
josh vestweber

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