Invisible Children Forced to tote a gun,Instead of having funAs little children might,Brainwashed and numbed they fight-Child soldiers. While heaving silent sobs,Of everything pure their lives are robbed.To bus stops daily they tramp,A hospital serves as a camp.Packed together on the floor-This is the only safe placeFor the children who will tasteThe fear, it seems, forever more. Uganda, oh Uganda,Your land weeps with the tearsOf these little ones' unspoken fears.When, oh when!Will there be peace,From this slaughter, sweet release? No more these babes can cry,For if to start, they'd never finish;Sobbing for the ones who dieAnd their tears could not diminishThe terrible ache inside.
Crying for the tiny boy,
His heart growing cold to joy,As he watches the murder of his friend.Sorrowing for the heartbroken motherWho fears the more for the younger brotherOf her darling child disappeared. Mourning for the kidnapped girl,Struggling to preserve the precious pearlOf innocence and all that's pure. Weeping for a nation brokenTorn by war and evil's tokenViolence and lust for power,Found prowling next to hate's bower. Meanwhile, the world stands muteAs pain and bitterness take root,And children grow old before their time-Tell me, what is there to do but rhyme?These words only dimly can conveyThe devastation happening every day. When will we take a stand?I tell you the time is now at hand!Make the choiceTo be the voiceFor those that have none-It starts with one.
(http://www.progressiveu.org/031936-invisible-children-a-poem)

Right now the goal of my blogs are to get you to just think. Think about how you would feel if you were in their situation. Wouldn't you want someone to help you. Do not be a bystander.

Information is often hard to find about what happens in Uganda each day, as in a new report, so the main point of this blog will be for me to try and make you care.