I hope to shield behind my Karma,
protected by my innocent grace,
yet when i look a little further,
the smile fades quickly from my face.
For who decides what fate holds,
for those born dying in a far off place,
what terrible sin makes a life unfold,
into death by money, greed and race.
In the time it's taken to read this ode,
another babe in arms has passed away,
The drug companies seek more financial gold,
so AIDS kills a child, every minute, of every day.
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