Reproduction: Behind the Sins by Tshiamo ”Sir Dice” Modise

Tshiamo ''Sir Dice'' Modise | August 15th, 2017 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments

As we wash our dirty minds
In the calm storms of coitus
Undressing you and me to wear us
Forming unity that wears our kind

Whenever the tide of life brings unrest
Kids are the anchors that kept us at rest
In an event where the bond should fail
We’ll have sinking communities to sail

Though it brings pleasure, like other things
Reproduction is sacred behind the sins

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