Marked Blood

The diagnosis isn't the sentence
The prejudice is what digs the grave
In one country you live forty years
In another, the medicine never arrives

Same virus, different fates
Depends on the map where you were born

Marked blood
By a stigma that doesn't heal
Marked blood
The world treats you as guilt

Expensive patent, generic forbidden
Millions live, millions are forgotten
It's not the virus that kills most here
It's the border between who matters and who doesn't

Marked blood
By a stigma that doesn't heal
Marked blood
The world treats you as guilt

It's not about morality
It's about who has access
And who stays in line till the end

Marked blood
By the place, not the sin
Marked blood
Inequality is the real epidemic

The world treats you as guilt