Africa's Kids

Africa's Kids Her kids have been stricken with disease so strange, even the littlest ones have succumbed to its vehement rage. The kids' innocence was stolen from them, in more ways than one: molested and raped by sinister hands, their childhood being taken away, and fanning the fire of a laden disease called AIDS. She cries for her kids, her moans being heard in the blackness of the night. She bemoans the unfairness that has been bequeathed to them, but she is lowly, what else can she do? A hole burns through her bony cheeks as she sees the ridicule that her kids endure at the mouths of the blissfully boorish few who don't understand their plight, and the years that it rends. She pleads for someone to help her kids, to save them in any way, they have been thrown by the wayside for far too long, and she avidly prays that kindness will infuse the coldness of someone, somehow, today. She suffers as she watches her kids feeble bodies dying, another innocent life was snatched away by a callous disease called AIDS. If there is one, only one out there who'll listen, who'll open their mind, please labor for Africa's kids, and look deep within to find the will to speak on Africa's behalf, to bring an ended to the dreaded vine of sickness, and pray for healing from the fiend known as AIDS. Awry they have become, but they are lowly, what else really can they do?