I Have Hiv Poem by saadat tahir

Oh, please let me say!
Yes just say, I have HIV!
And listen! If I may?
Does it mean I cannot be?

Will the holy play GOD?
Deny me the right to breathe.
Bay for a sick man’s blood,
Roil in rage, anger, seethe.

Are you the truth alone?
I the epitome of amorality?
Who will cast the first stone?
Refuse to see sanity?

Village barber’s spiked nick,
often blooms our weekly beard.
Twists life to a punishing crick,
frozen senses lost, gone, sheared.

Cruel doctor’s scalpel knife,
in muddy pond’s water boiled.
Ah! our children and my wife,
Alas, they too now, for ever soiled.