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AIDS

We must be concerned of this plague
No cure found yet on studies of any drug
Around our world it had rapidly spread
Whites, Blacks, Asians or Hispanics begun to dread.
Doing sexual pleasures, IV-user addicts, or gays are afflicted
The desolation on their faces were reflected
Accepting the truth, their lives have wither;
Their heart and spirit were in a fetter.
We don't condone them, but to comprehend
Support they very much need, we must lend
They're treated as wretch, despise and scorn,
Voices muffled, an angst, have felt forlorn.
Let us open our hearts, be concerned of their plight,
Instead of showing indignation or spite
Stand dauntless, their time is drifting, but cope
Searching for the light, a yen of hope.

PAINTING

Imagine a kaleidoscope of visions
Making of an illimitable of creations
A plethora of images and shapes
Whether still lifes or landscapes.
Reds, whites, yellows, blacks and blues
Of the different strokes and hues
Some are fuzzy, or vague, and others real
May it be either an abstract or surreal.
Mediums are watercolors, oils, or acrylic
Subjects were avant-garde or psychedelic
To assuage your angst, in zest or rapture
Through the canvas, message you want to capture.
Passion for being a dilettante of art
You must have to ken and within your heart
With an inspiration, you're swank or quaint
Doing a masterpiece, it's "joie de vivre" to paint.
Someday, you truly can make a name
A successful exhibit, a step toward fame
Your dream will not be that far
With the masters you'll be at par.