Voël en Dier raak Stil

Hoor jy die magtige dreuning
oor die veld kom dit aangesweef
blitse ruk die hemele aan flarde.

Voël en dier raak stil.

Soos stormramme
donker dragtig kom hul aangerol
om hul vrugwaters oor die aarde te stort.
Druppels word strome
strome riviere
riviere vloede
modder met bome wat nie verder kon vasklou
vloed verby.

Vars
vernuwe
vrede
tussen hemel en aarde
span die sewe kleurige boog
van horison tot horison.

Gois

Man-so-vain

My heart bleeds at the mewing sound, an orphaned cub alone in the slaughtered pride.

My tears flow at the sight, an orphaned calf nuzzling his de-horned mom.

I gasp at the spread wings unable to fly again poisoned vultures in a ring.

Oh I hate the greed of man so vain.

© Gois

Ek Mis Jou

Soms is jou waters lui-lekker
jy kom van vêr
soms wild-wakker
jy kom nog steeds van vêr.
Jou pad gekloof van voor Woester
so bietjie Langeberg links
dan regs afdraai
jou water nog soet
verby Malgas is jy stout-sout
Potberg regs tot Witsand by die see.
O Breede
O Breede ek mis jou terdeë.

© Gois

We Have Spoken

You place yourself above us
look down upon us
and rule us with contempt
not as sentient lifeforms.
No more we say
we will no longer be your playthings
your slaves to be hurt by your greed
we shall unite with our Mother
and thwart your plans
from the tiniest microbe to the Mother herself.
Be warned illness will befall you
tsunamis and earthquakes
will drive you asunder
we will cleans Mother of your scourge.
Behold we of Nature have spoken!

© Gois