Poem
by a 12 year old Zambian girl
Mothers without children
Children without parents
Husbands without wives
Aunts without nieces
Uncles without nephews
Where are they?
Are they on holiday?
Is it a long holiday?
A holiday without a limit?
They are no more dying at a tender age
What
a misery
AIDS, AIDS, it’s AIDS
It is claiming everybody
It is a vampire of this millennium
AIDS, AIDS
It has no cure
It has no size
It has no selectivity
It has no distinction
AIDS, AIDS
Please let us refrain from sex
Thank you
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