The Plague (HIV/ AIDS)

  Since we've not found the blade
  That's fit to shave its giant logs
  It steals into our kingdom
  Hiding like weed amongst wheat
  And sniping at our soldiers
  Unbarring our gates to guests
  And driving us mad with cares
  Turning us into monsters
  To frighten our kith and kin.
  
  It owns a million plaques
  Each piece a prize for a thousand soul
  That's fallen by its sword

 - Uchenna Ekwerenmadu