Attleboro High has been writing poems

Team New England went to Attleboro High School in Massachusetts a few weeks ago, and the students in Ms. Adeline Bee’s Journalism and Writing and Publishing classes wrote some great poems to express what’s going on in northern Uganda. They’re a great example of getting creative to spread the word.

We are here
Yet you see us not,
We are children Yet we have the lives of adults,
We suffer through more than we should,
War
Destruction
Torment
Poverty
Death,
We are the ones who live in nothing but war
But we are strong, resilient
There are over 60,000 of us in a camp/village 40,000 of us are children
Only 600 are able to go to school,
This is no lie
No scandal,
This is purely only one thing
A crime,
This shouldn’t be the way of our lives,
There should be peace
Alliance
Happiness
And yet I look around to see,
People dying
Children running through the night
To escape from rebels and forced to become them
Watching family members tortured and killed
Being tortured our very selves
This world is twisted,
It is wrong,
This has been happening for years and yet it has gone unnoticed,
For to you it is not there,
Are you in such a shock to realize what has been going on around
Completely unbeknownst to you?
This is the life of the
Invisible Child.

-by KIM TATON

Goodluck.
Broken hearts,
dirt covered faces.
This is the place they called home,
and now they all stand alone.
Sweetheart, you’re too young to act this grown.
Destroyed and shattered,
nothing to wear but tattered clothes,
nothing else to say but be strong,
Sing a song to liven your spirits,
long for the day your heart isn’t made of stone,
the day you can say,
I’m not alone.
Look at the weather, the storm brings a haze.
Dodge the bullets,
run through the maze.
Amazed by the thieves at night,
stay in the light,
and tell everyone to hold on tight.
Honey, don’t say you’re not worth the fight.
But no one cares because they’re all invisible.
and nothing seems right.

-by DEVIN GOYETTE