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