Sun set on a thousand years of old and forgotten
Radiation winds and storms that bring acid rain on this forsaken waste
History won’t write this tale of madness ill-begotten
Time now means nothing as sand is to taste
Nomad traveler to this valley where eagles used to fly
Rusty ruins of machines frozen in their last production
Skeletons show their flight and angst in their final cry.
Oh traveler with the blood red eyes, that only sees destruction.
You’ve come to this place where the voices guided
Loneliness your closest companion over all these years
These spirits that haunt dreams in you confided
All the plays of your life that you packed, full of tears
When you now lay down to go on to that other place
Smile and grimace fine line that can not fake
Faces of suffering and desperate lives caught in time and space
Final dreams will not for sweet melancholy make.
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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