Literature
Face of a Killer, Kony
I can't believe it's been happening in a country
On the same continent as me;
How had I been living, so oblivious
To Kony's horrific child soldier army.
I'm appalled, to be honest - shocked to my core
For 30 years the world has been blind.
Harsh, lifeless, soul-less black eyes
The unsmiling face staring back at me.
A scraggly beard, a frown on his face
This is the face of a killer, Kony.
Where did he leave to from Uganda, who knows
He is the one person we have to find.
Enslaving young girls at the youngest age possible,
Ordered to fulfil strange, older men's passion;
Living in a crowded place, little food and water
Kony finds t