Invisible Child
The soul draws the breathing individual
Invisible child lives the not-so-special
Uganda does not pay Friday
No broken home nor home or strawberries
The biggest enemy is ignorance
For what matters the most is love.
Black skinned fight-no intense love
The blood abduction fades the individual
Leaves a black ignorance
Would that help the rest of the world realize, he’s special?
Give him strawberry
and he’ll wine every Friday.
Everyday is Friday
They ask where is the peach love?
because life lacks the sweetness of strawberry
Like the days, when no one is individual
The days when there is no exception to not special
which classifies the child as invisible and ignorant.
The bare bleeding feet are ignorant
They walk on stony roads of Friday
and hide at night to find little peace that’s special
They cry tears for the love
that is taken for granted by lucky individuals
who are too good for strawberries.
They hope to find strawberries
because the hunger stays ignorant,
Neither procrastinated nor individual
It doesn’t wait until Friday.
Meals from mother love
Are needed for starving stomach of a child who’s special.
Today give me amour, special
and I’ll appreciate burnt strawberries
I wish I could stretch my warm love
For you know that my heart is not ignorant.
“It is beeping for the invisible Children” every day not only Friday
At last it says a prayer to the all Mighty God to make you special.
