Rainbowed faces smile and dance while mortal brothers and sisters dance and prance weekend after weekend. Not realising the deeper meaning behind PRIDE. Being caught in the heat of the moment, forget condomise…some flooded with lies of the reality of HIV and AIDS….Brother…Sister…do you prefer to see your face on the wall? or do you want to celebrate another memorial on this Earth…It’s your call.
Standing in the light of remembrance. And in each flame burns a memory of all who went before us. Faces reflect in the light of the eyes of bowed heads and in the memory of all of us as a family as we interlink souls, forming one community.
Names read out minute after minute.A constant flow which you wish could cease, but can’t . Name after name after name. I know her, I know him….Sheldon, Jason, Tracy, Kim. I remember when we limed…they eyes shone dim. And my friend…oh dear friend..I did not assist. Did I disappoint? Because maybe I was not there to help you when you needed, but maybe I was there before and prayed that you heeded my warnings of HIV….but maybe you did not listen to me. Now I stand and annually hear you name, but I will never hang my head in shame, but instead hold my head so proud and know that the message of HIV is reaching and educating a much larger crowd.
- A face of our fallen. Rest in peace, till the day we meet again. Your legacy lives on in our hearts and your story plays on the life’s stage everyday.
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