I'm standing on the edge of a dried up waterfall
Where the edge of heartbrake captivates my eyes
Where the edge of wonder consumes my life
I can't seen to find the purpose of my battle
As I keep on reariagn the corners of my existance
My fear is free possessing every essence of my being
Traveling through my vaines removing my self proclaimed fame
Do you see this broken soul?
Do you see my heart being thorn?
What you can't see, I feel without a choice
With every ugly look filled with disgrace
I feel yet another metal blade penetrating my face
The blood flow and I'm feeling sick
Do you even realize what you are doing to me
But what do I care what you think of me
Because who I am is more than you will ever be
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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