Ek leef in ‘n plek van samevoering.
Wat alle denke dryf tot beroering.

Waar massas mense jou verdring,
En jy elke dag al dieper en dieper wegsak in verskrikking.

Die mense verander in ‘n mannekyn
Sal daar ooit weer lig in ons lewens kan skyn.

Gedagtes verander in ‘n deurmekaar spul,
Want elkeen probeer jou verkul.

Besluite word nie meer deur jou geneem.
Kyk! Sien jy daan buite op die ruite.

Dit is die trane van die reen.

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