This poem describes the emotions and frustrations of an Aids patient at the time of death.

Frustration lingers through the air

Like an angry lion I am mad at the world

The steel gates I get driven into smell of death and destruction

It seems as though everyone has done me down in this lifetime

I am jobless, penniless and homeless

The whole world is to blame

My boss who took away my bread and butter due to a phobis of AIDS

My backstabbing husband who cheated on me and gave me this dreaded diease

I gasp for my last breath as I

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