Aids

Aids

No help at hand,

No help at all.

The name mocks a continent.

Aids gallops around Africa

With sex as the spur.

Round and round,

Village by village,

Town by town,

Round and round,

Leaving orphans as it goes,

The innocents of Aids,

For help will come to very few,

And some will soon lie down,

And sleep in the earth they hardly knew.