The U. S. of AIDS.

an agit-prop poem,


by Nabil Shaban...11th April 1992

I am no journalist, and I aint no Private Dick,
I just yearn to sniff out things that oughtta make you sick,
Don't be fooled by my wheelchair, I'm someone they can't scare,
The story I have to tell you is all about AIDS,
Armaggeddon plague, a weapon man-made in the States,
If by the time you read this, it is known I am dead,
They'll have cooked up lies of suicide which you'll be fed.

One Sunday in Nineteen Eighty I read a chilling quote,
In the Observer, the triumph of the Reagan vote
Gave the Moral Majority "nuts" reason to gloat,
"Now, all Gays will be wiped out within a generation.."
What do they mean? What do they'know? Have they the means?
Has the New Right a secret plan of annihilation?
Bringing American Nazi world domination?

Then in May Eighty-One before Aids was all the rage,
I had this dream about an L-shaped virus rampage,
It began at the testicles and destroyed men's brains,
But women with exploding wombs and menstrual stains,
I witnessed first to fall screaming, then dead in the street.

The one man who knew died after he begged me to speak,
Alone in the summer snow blizzards, my task was bleak,
To warn the world of this new unstoppable disease,
That will destroy civilisation and end our species.

I must make a persuasive speech but I don't know how,
The Speech Writing Centre was closed with a big queue now,
As my panic grew, help came in the shape of my friend,
Who promised much but did nowt but drink tea in the end,
As my mind sank into the drifting waves of failure
I awoke from the dream, sensing a future foretold.

When Aids hit the headlines, I knew lies were being told,
A kinky black, in Africa, with a monkey was bold?
A punishment for sodomy sent from Doctor God?
Coming with the Far Right rise, aint it all rather odd?

Biological warfare was not new to the West
From Anthrax Island to enhanced Malarial pests,
Britain with it's Porton Down helped "friendly" forces with tests,
Chemicals and plagues are special "aids" in the genocide craze,
Churchill planned to gas Arabs if they refused to mend their ways,
White Rhodesians planted germs on freedom fighting blacks,
Trees and Vietnamese suffered "Agent Orange" attacks,
The C.I.A. used L.S.D. to render people weird,
And waged chemical warfare on Fidel Castro's beard.

In Eighty-Three I wrote a treatise to stop the rot,
To warn the world that Aids was a C.I.A. plot,
And sent copies anonymously to embassies,
Journalists and politicians and TV grandees,
Because it wouldn't do, if my hunch and thinking was true,
For the Aids-makers to know my name, and thus who to do,
Nothing changed in Eighty Four, so I sent out some more.

When I told my friends my theory, most thought I was mad,
The Last Great Conspiracy Freak, something rather sad,
As the Hidden Fascists spread their spite, my heart felt low,
Then one day I heard on Spike Milligan's T.V. show,
A radio D.J. say some think Aids was Lab-Made,
And repeated in a drama the BBC played,
Entitled "...And Here is the News." by G.F.Neuman.

Then I saw Channel Four prove in a telly programme,
The claim that Africa's to blame was a total sham,
And disinformation had made monkeys of us all,
Some biologists maintained some boffins had a ball
Creating the Aids agent by splicing retroviruses,
Helping the Yank government to commit greater piracies.
Bit by bit my instinct was being vindicated.

The question is why, they have gone to all this trouble?
Re-assert God's lore which had long since burst its bubble?
The Sixties helped make the Right to Ouestion a virtue,
Those fake Victorian values exist to hurt you
Repression thrives on an atmosphere of fear,
Our Rulers need signs to suggest God's wrath is near
Religion sustains the authority of the state,
Convenient Aids provides well-timed targets to hate.

You think you have problems when Mad Mullahs run the state,
What if Christian Amaggedonists govern your fate?
The Book of Revelations makes a blood-thirsty read,
Two thirds must be sacrificed when Christ King comes to lead,
If this is desired by the most powerful nation,
Whose science can make flesh, prophets' imagination,
And when Bible-Punchers own the Presidential ear,
And if you're not WASP, you've got one helluva lot to fear.

Live Aids in Africa is much more than a sick joke,
Besides the hated Gays, they've got it in for black folk,
Humankind must be cleansed of racial impurities,
The growing Coloured Poor threaten White Supremacists,
To dare to take what's theirs, invites western nemesis.

The U.S. has five percent of world population,
Consumes over half what the Earth's able to ration,
And add their Euro lap-dogs who gobble yet a third,
Which leaves for the globe's four-fifth, an amount that's absurd,
With such unequal shares, there'll never be any peace,
New weapons are needed to aid the non-whites' decrease,
Which keeps the environment intact for Northern greed,
With no competition, their affluence can't recede.

Perhaps I'm too quick to assert sinister motives,
Dread of revenge is why it's fiction the guilty gives,
Maybe just an experiment that went rather wrong,
And was unwittingly let loose amidst Afric's throng,
Concocted killer virus by chance pollutes vaccine,
Whichever way you choose it, the story's still obscene.

Recently the Post brought facts that help support my case,
In Nineteen Seventy, the U.S. gave funds to chase
The goal of synthetic biological agents,
Designed with racial or ethnic specificity,
Which won't exist in nature, for which there's no defense
Via an acquired natural immunity,
That could decimate an enemy community.
WHO in Seventy-two offered to tip the waiter,
So ten million dollars and seven years later,
A new bio-weapon of mass destruction was born,
In the fires of Forts Detrick and Meade glowed Gallo's dawn.

H.I.V. parents are pretty well identified,
The Bovine Leukemia Virus forced to ride,
The cancer-causing Sheep Visna, sad Mother of Aids,
And spawned the virile viral master of T-cell raids.

Thus a program of Aids-laced smallpox vaccination,
Sent in Seventy-5even for the blacks nation,
New World ethnic weapon aimed at de-population,
While in Seventy-Eight "Operation Trojan Horse"
A scheme the Moral Majority were to endorse,
Arranged for over two thousand American Gays,
To be injected with laced Hepatitus B stays.

If my dream painted the Aids-ridden picture to come,
Then was the "L" in the L-shaped virus not so dumb?
A clue suggesting a Laboratory-shaped bio-bomb,
Was the "L" describing much more than the shape of Hell?
Perhaps hinting at words like "Leukemia" as well,
Maybe "Lentivirus", "Lymphotropic" or "Lysing",
Dream of Tropic of Cancer with a Had Moon Rising.

By Eighty-Nine, there were five million Aids cases,
And doubling every year, soon no safe oasis,
Can it be, three-quarters of us will soon be dead?
Leaving year Two Thousand and One, a dream dulled to lead.
This according to a John Lear is the Grand Culling Plan,
The virus will be stopped when a quarter remains of Man,
He claims the United States government has got the cure,
But will not use it until the New Order is secure.

As usual, those who have attempted to spill the beans,
Are now silent behind bars or plugged by other means,
Raymond Manchester, a Yank driver in the army,
Chanced upon tapes and documents which drove him barmy,
They detailed how H.I.V. had been designed and made,
With plans, for introducing it into nations, laid,
Giving proof this was brewed under Gallo's supervision
And now Mister Manchester is rotting in prison.

Doctor Robert Strecker and his lawyer brother Ted,
Discovered corroborations and now his brother's dead,
They made it look like Ted had shot himself in the head,
Next to go was Chicago Congressman Douglas Huff,
When he backed Strecker's facts, the Nasties had to play rough,
He was a damn nuisance on radio and T.V.
So he was "suicided" by Smack and Coke O.D.

Those who still attempt to expose the Aids cover up,
Suffer death threats, phone taps and cars with their brakes fucked up.

Don't expect the truth from governments, experts and media,
They refuse to confess for fear of public hysteria,
Confidence in the integrity of Science and State,
Would melt into despair and revive as blood-curdling hate.

Perhaps we just have to face it, we're a race of shit,
If Aids does wipe us out, quite frankly we deserve it,
Our consciousness hasn't stopped us from being vicious and greedy
Unless it's in our interests we happily forsake the needy
We suck the planet dry, and give nothing in return,
Man is his own self-destruct button, destined to burn,
So when he gets too big for his boots, he'll put himself to sleep,
And when he finally does, neither Nature nor I will weep.
copyright Nabil Shaban 1992

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