Gave It, The Colour Red



No one knew what it was, it had no name
This son of death that arrived luggage-less
The fifties rolled out of sight, rockin into the sixties
Children of love born with flowers in their hair
Freedom to dance and get high and make love without a care
The groove took the streets into a decade of fornication
Without worry or protection
Rock rolled in with a bang and a buzz
White powdery shit snorted the brain on fire
Disco balls and concert halls were all the fuss
The smooth Blues with Funks, funky runs
Sparkly dresses and platform shoes that glittered
The sex in the seventies as promiscuous as the sixties
Done with champaign and caviar spread over titties
The air began to turn stale
Dark clouds appeared, it dampened the party
Flu like symptoms that escalated
No one knew what it was, it had no name
This son of death that arrived luggage-less
It started with a few and it grew and grew
Taking tolls for the ferrymans tune
The membership flourished
A community in hardship
Doctors and scientists baffled
Governments putting a plan in place that has failed
Against Deaths desire of those who play with fire
I hated the eighties so am skipping it by
Just more of the same, death and taxes
Movie stars and Rock stars wearing a silk ribbon
Flipped over in a loop and gave it the colour red
That’s what aids got in the nineties
Isn’t that what first place gets?
A Red Ribbon!
The century turns
It turns and turns
In a spin of terror
That makes front page news
Man killing man
While disease continues to live

Ax

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