It is Aids..

<h1>It is Aids..</h1>Author: <a title="NWANOSIKE MICHAEL" href="http://www.articlesbase.com/authors/nwanosike-michael/67911.htm">NWANOSIKE MICHAEL</a>                              IT IS AIDS
 
 
It all started, 
A little girl
    Then came the wind’s swirl
Separate ways …she parted
  Nothing to call her own
Mother and father, left her alone
 
At times, she would face unbearable torment
Then a feeling of relief for the moment
    That her mother had died
From the hands of a mere shadow
 
A fight, she gave 
For five years
   Before I was born-
She chose never to become a slave
 
Valiant she was 
For every drop of blood 
  Then came sores-
She will groan till justice advocates her plea
 
It all began when shed pale
A surge in of ailments none could tame
Like a defense broken down
The locals are set to wail
 
I wept on hearing this sad tale:
The girl named Kate!
  Concerted efforts were made 
But it was all too late
 
The locals of the town 
On hearing the news
Reviled pity, and held to abuse
 
She was unborn by then,
But was regarded as outcast by men 
  From where she made her living; 
  EXPELLED;
  Homely gestures from loved ones withheld
 
Her heart was broken 
And her soul was grieving;
Dual lives were in danger,
Then came a midwife for a stranger
 
She was taken to bed
Before being laid on the mat:
  At the onset of labor
She realized her life was turning to vapor
“I would deliver this baby before I drop for dead”
All the power within discharged for that cause
 
Shadow hath overcome the man;
Midwife drawn alert.
  The baby echoing out her first cry
Never knowing that her mother had to die
 
Rose engaged all her noble art did apply
To ensure that the baby stood uninfected
  The both were hidden…
To nurse the child of the “defiled”
Was forbidden…
  The baby glowing fair and mild
Though rejected…
 
To survive became harder
The midwife inquired about her father-
From among the men who got Kate pregnant by rape
Almost murdered before her escape 
 
Amid these reflections, she swore 
That though she couldn’t continue anymore…
Mother-nature would repay double-fold
At the same time consume them with rage-
   These she made at her old age
 
On the pouched basket she laid
The infant-and farewell she had bade
    Beside the blessed memory
A book of memoirs she made…
 
I found a troubled infant
Along the street
  I guessed she would be four…
She held this book to her paw
  The neighbors had thought she was a feral child
While others said that she had gone mad!
   Looking from afar 
I knew I would meet
A frame mild but made sad
Molten pure- hardened for bad
  After a painstaking rehabilitation
To silence alone she chose to abide…
  Two years in my care
Not a word he had replied 
   After I read those memoirs,
I cried
 
“This is how her mother died:
A woman so brave
  In sorrow, she gave
Her baby girl the life she never had
  I would have been glad
If I had the chance to see my child
   But there stood the one who would deprive
Me that opportunity of being alive”
 
This phrase I would repeat
As the day fades-
  If there is anything that would have defeat 
Sealed to it permanently
  It is AIDS.
 
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IT IS AIDS

It all started,

A little girl

Then came the wind’s swirl

Separate ways …she parted

Nothing to call her own

Mother and father, left her alone

At times, she would face unbearable torment

Then a feeling of relief for the moment

That her mother had died

From the hands of a mere shadow

A fight, she gave

For five years

Before I was born-

She chose never to become a slave

Valiant she was

For every drop of blood

Then came sores-

She will groan till justice advocates her plea

It all began when shed pale

A surge in of ailments none could tame

Like a defense broken down

The locals are set to wail

I wept on hearing this sad tale:

The girl named Kate!

Concerted efforts were made

But it was all too late

The locals of the town

On hearing the news

Reviled pity, and held to abuse

She was unborn by then,

But was regarded as outcast by men

From where she made her living;

EXPELLED;

Homely gestures from loved ones withheld

Her heart was broken

And her soul was grieving;

Dual lives were in danger,

Then came a midwife for a stranger

She was taken to bed

Before being laid on the mat:

At the onset of labor

She realized her life was turning to vapor

“I would deliver this baby before I drop for dead”

All the power within discharged for that cause

Shadow hath overcome the man;

Midwife drawn alert.

The baby echoing out her first cry

Never knowing that her mother had to die

Rose engaged all her noble art did apply

To ensure that the baby stood uninfected

The both were hidden…

To nurse the child of the “defiled”

Was forbidden…

The baby glowing fair and mild

Though rejected…

To survive became harder

The midwife inquired about her father-

From among the men who got Kate pregnant by rape

Almost murdered before her escape

Amid these reflections, she swore

That though she couldn’t continue anymore…

Mother-nature would repay double-fold

At the same time consume them with rage-

These she made at her old age

On the pouched basket she laid

The infant-and farewell she had bade

Beside the blessed memory

A book of memoirs she made…

I found a troubled infant

Along the street

I guessed she would be four…

She held this book to her paw

The neighbors had thought she was a feral child

While others said that she had gone mad!

Looking from afar

I knew I would meet

A frame mild but made sad

Molten pure- hardened for bad

After a painstaking rehabilitation

To silence alone she chose to abide…

Two years in my care

Not a word he had replied

After I read those memoirs,

I cried

“This is how her mother died:

A woman so brave

In sorrow, she gave

Her baby girl the life she never had

I would have been glad

If I had the chance to see my child

But there stood the one who would deprive

Me that opportunity of being alive”

This phrase I would repeat

As the day fades-

If there is anything that would have defeat

Sealed to it permanently

It is AIDS.

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