Your eyes captured me,
wanted me - You were blinded
by my beauty and wanton…
selling your soul for a
night in my arms
laying your secrets at my feet…
Surely you were blind, not seeing
my betrayal until it was too late?
your eyes cut out and fed to the crows…
the crows seeing me with your eyes,
knowing...
laughing at your blindness before
and your blindness now
You cannot see me, Samson
You cannot love me or
forgive me…
but my image
still lingers in the hollow
broken windows
that lead to your soul.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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