The Plague Poem by Edith Duroseau

The Plague



The entire world is becoming rife
with echoes of the dwindling of AID's fame
Eventually the monster will be tamed
Blindly rebuffed only by daring fools
Abstinence or the condom are prized tools
That can shelter the precious gift of life

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Edith Duroseau

Edith Duroseau

Richmond Hill, NY, USA
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