| The Sky Is Purple And Grey
Sick streets where children should play. Laughter turned into a cough. Bed and skin and bones; don’t touch! What has blocked the corpses from your champagne view, Mr. President? You gave the townships a tap. Not to drink from, but to clean the dead. We saw you standing by the fence, the snare’s unrest, and this endless row of almost dead, waiting patiently to fill the invisible noose, becoming a rotting, grinning catch. (The SA government was ordered to remove the restrictions that prevent nevirapine from being made available for the purpose of reducing the risk of mother-to-child transmission of HIV.) |
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