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Saturday, 13 October 2018

Wors-wees


Heelhuids word ons ingeprop
in die meule van die mensdom -
fyngemaal en ingestop
mond gesnoer, totaal verstom.
Derms ryg ons dolleeg uit
en stop dit met herskepte vlees
sonder dink oor wie ons uitbuit -
en wie hul eintlik sou kon wees.
Worsmasjien van mense-genade
was jou hande nie in onskuld
want jy doen jou eie menswees skade
omring deur wors-mens – onvervuld.

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).
'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

Marietjie Uys (Miekie) is a published author. You can buy my books here:
You can purchase Designs By Miekie 1 here.
Jy kan Kom Ons Teken en Verf Tuinstories hier koop.
Jy kan Kom Ons Kleur Tuinstories In hier koop.
Jy kan Tuinstories hier koop.
You can follow Miekie's daily Bible Study blog, Bybel Legkaart, here in English & Afrikaans.
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If you are in a literary mood, follow Miekie's musings, stories and poetry on A Pretty Author - Miekie.
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