Brother Africa

He lies near to death

Dying in the dust

Broken and forgot.


Now his children

Once mighty tribes

Fall before the setting sun.


His women - - young and old

Dead and dying

Host the killer AIDS.


He calls for help

To rich brothers in the West

But his cries fall upon stone-deaf ears.


For they find no profit

Supplying HIV drugs

To those who cannot pay.

Colin Ian Jeffery




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