Tears For Aids

The event was not a grave side ritual Yet it bored the mark of great grief, A lady mounted the stage with a candle that’s punctual; She punctured the atmosphere with her sobs not brief. We shall overcome, we shall overcome she sang; With tears flowing freely from her crimsoned balls. Free the drugs end needless tears her bells rang, She craves the key to open the long sealed walls. An AIDS patient she is, in a quest for survival, With a candlelight of hope in her dying hands; She joins the rest of the world … in memorial Of those we lost to no-orientation, no-drugs’ island. AIDS is real, zip up with zeal, look before you leap, What a sincere song from the wells of a widow Whose husband lost his life to his uncontrolled zip -AIDS is not the end of life, don’t sleep in sorrow.