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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