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AIDS AFICA


How many millions in Africa with no help in sight- Abandoned babies dying in the heat of the night There is a wailing and gloom that reaches the sky- How many millions upon millions must die? Can America hear their dark souls cry? Send the medicine please- Save and help a mother in need. How many millions in Africa Skin and bones so hot they’re dying in droves- Death is so cold. No one there will ever grow old- How many more pictures do we need of sunken faces and dying flesh, this disease has caused such a detrimental mess. Africa is calling the ancestors while playing the sacred drums- I’m am tired of photo ops of hands patting babies heads- Send it now, send the medicine instead! How many millions in Africa – No more graves send the medicine to cure and save- How many millions in Africa… Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Million and counting…. Photo:Website- Aids and the Children of Africa Photographer unknown, date unknown.
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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwiener
Reading this poem is a great way for more people to become aware of this epidemic, which has affected so many people. Great job for writing and standing up for a cause.

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