Quietness cloaked the lonely dry dusty street.
Tension touched the fearsome mob
Curiously the dust steps closes with dignity
The cold skin origin with sweaty coldness
The sun rays down with an evil smile
as a whirl searches the side street.
The tight eyes is filled with hatred
as the legs stiffness in each puff pace
The sweaty lightning hand on the wood
of the fearless spitting man hunter.
A breeze whisper gentle through their hair
as tension veins enlarged with anger.
Footsteps slows with unwanted eagerness
and stops unwilling the enclosed silence
The lightning hands flashes with a roared
in the empty lonely street of death.
The dry dusty death road repainted quietly
as revenge was the only bloody answer.
He walks away with pride in his heart
as his bends with triumph
The black sun shines in the blank eyes
The dusty dirt was stained red
The street crowds with sudden sorrow
Did the victor succeed with death?
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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