AIDS

He was the man who thought he was big,
he prided himself on the wild nights
and the women he bedded in them,
He would boast in the pub or club
to all the admiring listeners, who would take notes in their minds,
leeching off his knowledge.
He knew it was there,
he knew it was in him,
he knew he was ill,
he still went out,
but he didn't say,
he didn't stop,
and he didn't protect,
every night
ill or slightly better,
he'd spread himself,
he'd spread his shit,
to other people,
Denial was him,
Death became him.

She was a small little woman,
she would work hard for her children,
she had no money, no food,
her husband had been killed through war.
War had struck her village,
it had devastasted,
but there was new devastation attacking...
women were dying,
gone within months,
population had risen,
disease had risen,
she cried herself to sleep at night for her kids,
she had it forced down her,
she couldn't protect herself,
those creatures had done it to her,
she wasn't ready to die,
she had children.
as innocent women dwindled,
orphans were emerging.