AIDS is when
Inn turns tomb
Day moon wanes, stars wail on...
Sun turns thick gloom


AIDS came
In day rabid
Dog
Set sail with Eve


AIDS turns king. Eh,
I hear 'em well.
Do we not know? Fifty thousand
Souls curtsy a week!


- Adesina Olusanya
http://adeshina.blogspot.com
http://ileanujah.tigblog.org