AIDS
May 15, 2009 by admin
Filed under Poem category 1
If you are young I will kill you.
If you are a mother with children.
I will leave them motherless.
A father, I will cut you down.
Your family will starve.
When I kill, families weep.
I bring death, destruction, mayhem.
Will you devote money to stop me?
Will you help the people I infect?
What will you do?
You know me.
You know where I live
You know how I move
You know my name.
AIDs
L. Austin
11-23-05