Brother Africa By Colin Ian Jeffery

He lies near to death
Dying in the dust
Broken and forgot.

Now his children
Once mighty tribes
Fall before the setting sun.

His women – – young and old
Dead and dying
Host the killer AIDS.

He calls for help
To rich brothers in the West
But his cries fall upon stone-deaf ears.

For they find no profit
Supplying HIV drugs
To those who cannot pay.