Retreating Knocks Poem by Walani Ndhlovu

Knock knock knock,
A visitor is knocking but with a retreating degree.
The clicking feet recall the zeroing and let the feigning be.

What a twin to the epidemic of HIV/AIDS,
Who is so resilient
But manages no more to lay more fresh on beds.

High yield harvested from the planted awareness campaigns.
As seen trough the light of the decreasing number of contraction
After a series of exhausting, yet significant, prevention refrains.

The first line troops, Antiretroviral drugs, firing non-stop, oh how brave.
Death rate shrinking as the prime murder capitulates his arms.
Perhaps his luck retains to have not been dragged to the grave.

Knock knock knock,
A visitor is knocking but with a retreating degree.
The clicking feet recall the zeroing and let the feigning be.
They recall the zeroing and are glad to be free.