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The Invisible Children by ~INUawesome121:iconINUawesome121:



~Next to no one knows who I am
No one wants to hear it
Because I am the child crying for help
In a world that is so oblivious to it

Watch me dissapear
Into the black of the night
As thoughts of me
Dwindle with the morning light

Can you see my eyes
Look into me heart
See the tears through these lies
Watch them not fall, see how hard I faught

I sleep on the floor
And wake to the same, day by day
This is my world
Can it change?

My parents are dead
For now God is the only one keeping me safe
Though it is not only me
There are hordes of us hidden in front of your eyes

I am only eight
Only six, only ten
Fighting in this war
For what I do not understand.~

NO child should be forgotten
None to fight for themselves
But this is their life
How they live

Who will help them
What will happen
And how did this happen?

But you can save them
Over seas, the miles don't matter
Because sitting here, you can touch their hearts.
©2006-2009 ~INUawesome121
:iconinuawesome121:

Author's Comments

IMPORTANT: READ THIS:

~This is a poem about the Invisible Children in Uganda, Africa. A man wants to overthrow the govornment and uses children to fight for him. He abducts them and teaches them, forces them to fight and kill, brain washes them. But, like I said, you can help, by only buying a bracelet. Go to [link] to do something and learn the story of the three guys that went to Africa and made the documentery to make us aware of what is going on over there. THANK YOU SO MUCH

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:iconmeeden:
Heartfelt and touching poetry; wonderfully done :hug:
:iconinuawesome121:
Thanks so much, I was hoping that people would read it^^

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"looking in a mirror
what do I see?
an unknown face
looking back at me
a face twisted with anger and pain
to represent the night my tears fell like rain"
I found this poem on a sheet of lined paper at a train
station when I was 9
:iconzickyjacks:
nice job I like this

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My brother did it mom
:iconinuawesome121:
Thanks^^

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"looking in a mirror
what do I see?
an unknown face
looking back at me
a face twisted with anger and pain
to represent the night my tears fell like rain"
I found this poem on a sheet of lined paper at a train
station when I was 9
:iconawsomefairy:
Nice Krista very meaningful lol!

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"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
~Oscar Wilde

“They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.”
Carl W. Buechner
:iconunfallensoldier777:
OK you are so awsome would have never thought about writeing a poem about it. it is now my fav poem.:) :(

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Smile God loves you.:)
:iconinuawesome121:
Thanks Jobo! :hug:

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"looking in a mirror
what do I see?
an unknown face
looking back at me
a face twisted with anger and pain
to represent the night my tears fell like rain"
I found this poem on a sheet of lined paper at a train
station when I was 9
:iconfruba:
wow powerful stuff... nicely done though...
:iconthe-unknown-goddess:
every one is saying nicely done, but its better than that and i love it, and all the rest of your poetry.

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friends are angels who lift us to our fet=et when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

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