Gert Strydom
The moon rose like a pirate
The moon rose like a pirate
with one bloody eye
and far away in the sky
a star shell glittered the light of day.
Like ghosts with only minute lights burning
our armoured cars crept
into the death dark night
until someone spotted a enemy tank
and then some more
and gun after gun flashed alive
sending their messengers
into the dark.
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