Aids 2011 3 March, 2023 No help at hand, No help at all. The name mocks a continent As it gallops around Africa. Round and round, Village by village, Town by town, Leaving orphans as it goes, The innocents of Aids. For help will come to very few, And some will soon lie down, And sleep in the earth they hardly knew. Listen to my recording of this poem https://www.fridaypoems.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/Aids-2011.mp3