Invisible Children

Invisible Children

A Poem by Amy Beth Storey
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One heart is racing to the beat of others
One mind spinning to the wheels of the army truck
He only has to live through one more day
Take it one day at a time, just avoid the Rebels
 
He sleeps on the floor, crammed with millions of others
Each day he fights for the right to sleep there
On the floor of a hospital, with not enough room
Children cry, children pray,
Thanking God for living another day
 
His brother has been lost
Captured to fight for the LRA
And he’s beaten and he’s bruised
And forced to kill his friends or die himself
 
They are starving and dying
If they’re not kidnapped then they’re subject to aids
Girls are raped, hundreds daily
Used plastics bags, thrown and picked up in the streets
They’re used as condoms, pretending their working
 
And their forced to fight, forced to move
Forced to fear each day and praise God for life
They dream of America, land of the free
And they dream of peace of happiness,
Of a world without war
 
In Uganda, in Africa
Men walk, boys, walk around with AK-47s
Ready to shoot anyone who is a “threat”
Ready to kill or be killed
They fight to live, and die fighting
 
They live in the brush,
Captured against their will
They’re beaten, they’re torn
They look without seeing and numb their hearts
Cry and you die, show emotion and you die,
Feel and die.
 
A secret world that no one knows about
Three teenagers who travel and suddenly see
They open the eyes of the people
We are going to start a revolution here

We are going to stop the war there

© 2008 Amy Beth Storey


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You did an awesome job and the site cannot put that much power into the message as this poem. You definitely got the whole movies message in that poem. Not many people even know about the was going on there so its great that you just got it out in this poem. If this made even one person learn about the problem then you did good. It's terrible whats going on and we have to do whatever we can do to get people to help. Even if all we can do is write poetry.

Posted 17 Years Ago


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You pretty much covered the documentary with this poem. I really like the last stanza.

Posted 17 Years Ago



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