Just have a sip of the devil's juice
Mind fragments like a torn paper piece
Body organs cry where is my peace?
Lunacy prevails for all to see
Sore heads, fluids drained, money spent
Shun any attention because of stress
Alcohol has made you his servant
Wonder why you made a big mess
The juice creeps in your system
Addiction is inevitable
Antics of a madman, and its all mayhem.
by Tapiwa Zungunde
Writes of Passage
- The Writes of Passage
- magazine started as a creative writing group for the clients of The Passage Day Centre in 1996. Over the years it evolved into a full-colour publication featuring contributions from clients, staff and volunteers of The Passage. We have archived Writes of Passage into this blog to be seen by a wider audience.
1 comment:
Bro ths is too powerful. may God bless u abundantly..
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