Head Counting HIV
The waterless nerd,
You are a fraud,
Recipe has to be found,
To cook your soul,
You choose CD4 to replicate,
Your own kind in fast speed,
A tease spoon full of the blood,
Can hold millions of you,
Silent as the village before storm;
CD4 cells, a haven for the living host,
The signal station of immunity,
Where you wink at our teeth,
To bite our own tongue to bleed,
And severe, when you knocked,
All doors of the cell walls,
Nothing opens, except the immune cells,
Very sad to the human kind,
Who blabber about morality,
Holding the rings and robes,
To catch their victims,
In the presence of their witnessing,
Eyes, Glorious human; destroyer of nature,
Get grumbled with the entry of your omen,
They forget to realize and be cautious,
When they touched the deepest part,
Where you are decorated to get hooked,
At the tip of the needles and the motherly breasts,
On the poverty stricken road sides,
Behind the back alleys of rich and itched,
You are spreading everywhere,
Another cousin of you born from the monkeys,
Who are infected by you, HIV1
And he, HIV2 is stronger than you,
Men have short memories,
So they write the History,
So far you can't write another,
Story in the memorable Heredity,
The irrational fire in the human body,
Help this wild fire to grow in numbers.
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