Let Them Be Heard

25 years two shadowed giants have warred,
25 years armies have left the heart of the
     motherland scarred.
And all this time we stand oblivious,
to small black bodies who can't call to u.s.

Stealing away at night from a monster named Kony.
This Joseph doesn't dress in a coat of colors,
but hides behind a robe of raging intimidation.
Cloaking a nation in a darkness no government,
     or church
          or baby's laughter
can stop.

His Holy Spirit fuels a resistance,
but who's holy morals cross a distance.
Becoming the serpent not using temptation,
but burning Eden after Eden,
and dragging with him,
the Youngest creations.

Young ones drafted with mounds of dread,
and their general never ceases,
he is a disease thats spread.
For 25 years, across Africa like a weed.
From Uganda, to Congo and Sudan his hatred
     naught but a seed.

Carlos Andreas Gomez asked 'whats genocide?'
Just ask 16 year old Nabirye(1),
face slashed for not sleeping with a soldier.
Ask Dembe(2), 12, who watched his own mother beaten
as he was dragged to the ranks.
Or 8 year old Namazzi(3),
shot at, set on fire,
burnt,
and burnt.
and still ran with her life.

So open your eyes and see Uganda.
Open your eyes and see the Children.
Open your eyes, and let them be heard.

1-meaning mother of twins
2-meaning peace
3-meaning water