Africa in Desperate Stress…
Thanks to Karabo for these touching words on HIV/Aids. Need we say more?
I travel through these dark walls filled with red lining,
My travel is accompanied by the gusts of blood, which flow within these walls.
The depletion of my inner being is in the weakening of the body, which houses these walls,
Exposed to the reflections of pain given of by the eyes of men, women and chil…
dren who profess themselves as African on a daily basis through a simple quest for life.
I experience the effects of globalisation on the lives of many through the continuous travels to and fro hospitals.
I’ve been passed through needles of pain through the bleeding souls of many,
I’ve seen desire, dreams and passion turn into stale fragments of broken mirrors reflecting politics and legislature governing the existence of the house which protects these walls I’ve made my home.
Through the many travels I seem to spread through colour, ethnic groups and cultural barriers,
I’ve broken homes, destroyed lives and have become the root of a war against humanity and the right to life.
I too have life and only seek to live; yet I cannot find shelter in the acidic tears of generations portraying a civilization of man that seeks to find itself through the death of entire societies.
I am HIV/AIDS&
I am the present, the future&
Copyright 2004 Aluta Communications
