Insanity by Mgcini Nyoni

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Insanity is
trudging the same
old path
bearing the same
old words
in search
of the same
old poisoned well
that has led
to the growth
of the ARV industry

Comments

Activist said…
Thats is insanity for sure. A vagina is the same in all women and I wonder what it it is all about leaving your woman getting it from the other spreading AIDS. Thats great brothermann.
June 22, 2011 at 1:22 AM
Poetry is Love! said…
I like the way Mgcini write his poems. Am a poet too but here in Gweru there isn't much of poetry activities, am starved here. Any help call me on +263 735 246 556 alternatively on my email: unozivashe@gmail.com. My name is Unozivashe Hove.
June 29, 2011 at 7:18 AM
Pastor Phil said…
Exta-ordinary piece of writing. So concise, no wasted words. But rich in meaning. I'm really moved.
July 1, 2011 at 2:50 AM
Mbonisi P. Ncube said…
Nice, and precise...
August 29, 2012 at 7:13 AM
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