datboykruk

They call us the invisible children, little civilians That they abducted when the bullets riddled our buildings We sit in the millions, and huddle in thousands With little foreign aid and no government housing From northern Uganda, to southern Sudan They made me murder as a young un, I got blood on my hands Took me while they killed my father and they raped my mother And the first life they forced me to take was my brother's You see I Fell between the ages of eight and eleven Which made me worthy to shoot an AK 47 Others trying to escape butchered in front of my eyes And the same fate befalls anyone of us that cries This is their