AIDS

By Cyrus Miggade

These tears draining down the eyes will never stop.
It gets blood to eat strongly grows like a crop.
It is too dangerous we are living in danger like a cope.
I keep on weeping awfully and then I pause,
hoping that if I could only get a cause.
This disease seems like a curse.

AIDS.
Today, I say to my friends hi!
Tomorrow I will be saying goodbye.
The next day I wonder why?
It is too wide spread to be stopped.

AIDS.
All these days we have hopped.
No way to peace we are all hooked.
Neither grown ups nor young ones,
it carries on decreasing especially the prominent ones.
It cannot save even the old ones.

The end is near.
Open your eyes and hear.
AIDS bears our end.
Blood to blood, it kills in a crowd.
No family is left around proud.

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