I’m sat here in the UK.
I’m watching tv,
comic relief.
A sharp relief
of poverty v. me,
in my world.
A powerful description
of devastation of aids.
I’m watching beautiful
children nearly all now,
all, already dead.
I’m crying as it goes past my
head and hits my heart.
And I’m thinking
I’m grateful.
for being a world apart
And I realise
It’s a lie, I despise.
There is no world
apart from the world
where those children
just died.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-just-died/
