We Are Dying Tommorrow Poem by alexander opicho

My self my wife and my two children will die tomorrow
Lucky, my first born daughter died last month
I and my wife we had Aids viruses
We have no immunity to take us forth
We are all dying tomorrow

My wife is thin like a ghost
I breathe with sound like a train
My kids look ugly like ghouls of Loudon
Drugs are all over my room like alchemist’s domain
O! Surely my children are dying tomorrow

Let man of honesty come forth and say
Not only my succor but world in total
Tell the world of who really made HIV viruses
Tell the world of who can cure HIV aids
But I and my family we are dying tomorrow