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( Since 1987, a group of Ugandan military rebels, called the Lords Resistance army has
been kidnapping, raping and torturing Ugandan children.At Night, these children are forced
to leave their villages and walk for miles to safe cages, in hopes that they won't be take
by the LRA...They have been dubbed The Night Walkers.This is my response to them...)

Everything I see leaves a mark on my soul

And it is with this bleeding heart that I suffer with you

I am there when the nights are long and weary

Watching the devils pour out of the darkness

To take you sons and rape your daughters

I am there to wait for the smoke to clear long enough to survey the wreckage

The Horrors not meant to burden the human soul

And I am there to feel the fires

To count in silent despair

To cover the bodies

Your husbands

Your brothers

The tiny hands of a wasted nation

Knowing that there are enough tears within us all to soak the cracked earth upon which you
stand, to wash away the dirt and ages from a million hardened faces and fill the hollow
pits of swollen stomachs

But you are the forgotten ones

Alone in your grief

And for that I am sorry

So instead I lay my heart next to yours and watch as the army of faceless monsters march
your babies into darkness

Forced to kill their fathers and brothers

Raping the bodies of their sisters and mothers

Waiting in bated frustration as the dead hand of abhorration is laid across the forheads
of your young

And even now I stand beside you

Shaking my fist at an unrelenting sky

Screaming into the deaf ears of a world devoid of humanity

Crying away your forgotten sorrows

It is with this bleeding heart that I call out but there is no answer

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