Invisible Children Poem by Angela Brown

At night the invisible children are creeping.
Countless, soundless souls beseeching.
Pitching and drifting -a sea of imploring eyes,
Stuck by fate in an endless pit of sorrow and lies.
I awaken as the invisible children are creeping.
I hear their spoiled souls desperately pleading.
Neglect breeds indifference and despair;
Abuse creates wounds beyond repair.
I cannot escape when they come creeping.
On Diana's silver chariot, I hear them weeping.
In their tears are reflections of pain and injustice.
Suffering surfacing in poverty, anguish and prejudice.
On a dying storm's breath, they come creeping?
A ship's free sail grasping for wind - retreating.
Floating above the hostile battlefields of conflict
trying to rise above the pain that others inflict.
Can you hear the invisible children creeping?
Longing for sustenance but receiving nothing.
Their hungry minds and bodies are burning.
Or do you pray they won't be returning?
You must listen when they come creeping
or they may sink into a watery tomb -life is fleeting.
Teach them not to repeat sins of their fathers
and imprint their pain upon their sons and daughters.