where is the man whose screams I loathe
raw anguish at times that I detest
patterned not on linear lines
but scrambled wild in muddled mix
he calls me not, he knows my name
not friend nor foe but shares my pain
where is this man whose wounds I feel
yet see no blood , and feel no scars
defeated slain and bound in chains
yet walls are not, and keeper none
where is this man I hate so much
in utter defiant empathy my curse
in haste I plan to slay this man
but faster he
who kills us first
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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