Tragedy of fate face us
with ingenuity infections manufacture
As we suture with our policies, intense
they nurture and mature against our future
Abstinence: Best answer, far-fetched
Rubber-latex crawl on and in us, no success
Posterity raves mad conceiving itself lynched
Seconds Hand walk around, astounds our duress
This surge makes many purge but not dodge
The scourge nudge us like mates of same lodge
Soon we will wear it even in rage as a stage badge
Ha! We need aid or end in AIDS' sledge cage
Our Super Help: Teenagers totally abstain
Couple only compatible partner, in faithfulness maintain
Screen blood, and personal sharp objects retain
Condoms averagely proficient, use, but be sane
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