The sun shone over the tents of the displaced The children shouted at the hot sun Please, your beams give us a headache The camp has no electricity Can you go now and send the moon? The moon is more merciful than you for us now We don’t want you, we don’t want you Go sun …..!
Invisible Children
Invisible Children: They walk among us, their tiny feet barely touching the ground. Their laughter echoes through the streets, yet no one hears it. Their
