If I Die
If I die
There comes a time
Time of death
No escape
But
If I die
Let it not be of AIDS
I knew i lived a lie
Of many friends
Whom i nicknamed friends
But were walkers
Professional sex addicts
Sex ametuers
But
If i die
Let it not be of AIDS
Of who i was
Of whom i became
And of what i leave
Let it be hailed
Of how abstemious i lived
Of how cautious i loved
Of how irrational i smiled
To them
But
If i die
Let it not be of AIDS
Copyright © Clinsman Busaka | Year Posted 2017
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