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.
Great poem. Words from the heart to bring home the sense guilt we in northern hemisphere must bear.
I have come rereading this again, so very true, most important poem powerfully worded!
Yes this is very tough to manage. Drugs do help but they are costlier and money is our weakness so we don't supply.
For they find no profit Supplying HIV drugs To those who cannot pay.SO TRUE! Ardently worded and so very touching.5 Stars full
Very deep and passionate write. Witty, thought provoking, clear, and focused. Thanks for sharing.
true..this is a very sensational issue nowadays....not only sensational but it is also sensitive...thanks for creating such wonderful poem...i am looking forward to get a copy of your book) great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really good poem It really shows that it is from heart I liked it