Oh the bells ring;
No one hears their mournful sound
The crows sing
Their song of sorrow

The boy standing alone
His sole fate bound
The only thing to hear, moans
From those going into the ground

The walls are tall
He will not let them down
For he is the one that built the walls
To stop from the sorrow’s drown

Around him there is loss
His chances to live in poverty are slim
Aids prevents him from being a boss
No vaccine to bring him from the brim

Death encompasses all
No act of courageousness
Can save them from the fall
Into the deep dark blackness