Z'ro Tahiro


AIDs and Africa


AIDS and Africa
Two closely related topics
Everybody is worried
But no one knows how to stop it

The leaders of these African Nations
What can they do,
Nothing
Their hospitals barely have enough practice to bandage a minor boo boo

Nobody in Africa takes the deadly disease seriously
They think the problem is little
They think the problem is measly
They think that manufacturing a cure is easy

They don't know that only so few care
I don't think that is news they could bare
i think it would give them this blank stare
And make their children tug my jeans and tell me it's not fair

Thanks to the large corporations like Red Cross
They give people in Africa hope,
They no longer have to deal with so much loss
It's Red Cross and others that are boss

AIDS and Africa,
Two closely related topics
Only a few are helping,
Yet everyone wonders why we can't stop it

Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2014

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  • Gajanan Mishra (6/18/2014 9:14:00 PM)

    need of proper education and knowledge is there to change the situation. please understand. present day education is not sufficient to know who we are and why we are here. (Report) Reply

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