When I was ten I hated school,

I thought playing cops and robbers was cool.

Wooden swords, plastic guns were my tools,

the world was my playground, bent to my rule.

At the end of every day waited a home,

a family to care for me until I was grown.

Gardens of love surround, seeds of my future sown.

knowing I was safe from my skin to my bones.

When I was seventeen I kept company with fools,

never caring who we hurt, callous and cruel.

A black heart of coal needed to make jewels,

selfishness and love war, an age old duel.

A world away a generation is born,

who know only abduction as the norm.

No schools or homes; they are lost, lonely, forlorn,

an oath to evil men is their future sworn.

Family and friends killed before their very eyes,

by those who only offer strife and lies.

The music of their youth is another’s death cry,

childhoods destroyed; too soon cut short are their lives.

Into the eye of blindness push a pin,

leaving a generation to fate is the ultimate sin.

All must raise their voice to a heartrending din,

stop Kony!  Free these invisible children.

Bryan David Lang