death
has been your lover
he has brought you

the edges of your life
and now you are looking over
and all we can say is

it's gonna be all right
and I am looking forward
to looking back on these days

when on every corner
someone holds a sign
that says I'm homeless

I'm hungry and
I have AIDS


how will they define our generation
in the coming decades
who will tell the story

and what will they say?
will they say the victims
were thought of as criminals

while the guilty sat on high
deciding their fate
ticking off statistics in their spare time

tell me,
which is the crime?


may you never test positive
pregnancy
HIV

may you never be the receptacle of blame
may you never be the scapegoat
for a whole

world full of shame
may you never be fighting for your life
and at the same time

have to fight for your name

there are too few who open both eyes

we sit back in our easy chairs
and we try to sympathize
whether from the point of a needle or

the edge of our beds
we too, like too many others,
could be dead

our actions
will define us
before a single definition can be said

yeah, so what if god is testing us
what if that's true
what are you going to do

what is the answer
to you