A.I.D.S - Poem by Rachel Fogle
A.I.D.S is a virus that does not care,
If your black, white, gay or straight.
There is no way that we can run from this deadly diease that has become,
A weapon of death and suicide for men and women of all kind.
Can you give me one word or pray,
For all the women and men who have suffered and shared,
The pain and agony of dealth and defeat for they are the ones who have lead this evil deed.
They ask for just one thing,
And that is to cured.
Is that a request that you can ignore?
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