The smallest slaves you will ever meet
Are out there working on the street
They fight day and night to be brave
And yet thier lives, we don't save.

They work until they're weak and weary
Until their eyes are red and teary
They collapse into a desperate slumber
The working days pass without number

Beat until bruised and sobbing
Jobs of work and jobs of robbing
Children working everywhere
Please, please hear my prayer

I think of you everyday
I try to help in every way
But some of the world doesn't realize
The pain and suffering in your eyes

So listen up, people, can't you see
Children the same age as me?
Working in factories and on the streets
The smallest slaves you will ever meet.

Friends.
That's what he said to me,
That we were just
Friends.

OK. Good. Friends.

Only, before you go,
I just want to let you know

That I thought I had finally gotten it right, with you
That I thought I had finally found someone true

And now when you talk to my friends
Or do something nice
It's hard to imagine you couldn't be mine.

You get good grades,
You're cute, and funny
So why does our friendship
Have to be so crummy?

Myabe because it's not supposed to be a friendship
Something more? No?
I'll close that door
But just so you know
Before you go
I'll always be here -always.
Just so you know...
Friend.

You may remember A certain boy Who broke my heart Like it was a toy He left my school And now I have learned That this boy Will have returned. Yeah, he's coming back. But I don't like him, OK? And if he comes close I'll be far away So all if you people Who say I like him, it's not true If you don't believe me, fine. Good for you.

This poem is dedicated to all the small children, girls and boys, forced into Joseph Kony's organisation. Please don't give up hope, we're coming.
Everyday I go to school
I wonder if I look cool
I wonder, who will tease me today?
And will a bad grade lead me astray?

I surf the web, and on Facebook I find
"Stop Kony '12" and I am inclined
To watch a video made this year
After it's done, the message is clear:

Stop the crimes, stop the hate,
Don't let killing be another child's fate

Snatched from thier homes in the darkness of night
Given a gun and told to fight.

And as for the girls, thier days are degrading,
You can see in thier eyes, all hope is fading.

Families and friends, forced to kill
Torture others against thier own will.

For years and years the crime has gone on
We all know it's cruel and it's wrong

And us together, me and you,
All together, what can we do?

We make Kony famous,
We utter his name
In every single street
The bad kind of fame.

Lets get him noticed
Make them all look

No justice for 26 years
Should've have taken as long as it took

Put up posters
With paper and glue
Buy a bracelet
Get not one, but two

Know who he is, watch his video too,
And try to stop his cruelty crew.

The Americans, they're planning
To capture this man
But they need enough support
So that they can

So please, please, children,
Hold on a bit more,
'Cos someday soon,
We'll be knocking on your door.

We're coming, kids,
Keep a smile on your face
And most of all...
Don't lose faith.

Add one teaspoon of fiesty
Three cups of blond hair
And stir.

Add two spoonfuls of green-grey-blue eyes
And red cheeks
And blend.

Sprinkle in some laughter
Grate in some tears
Shake in happiness generously
And add a handful of fears

Add a dash of irony
A bit of bold here and there
And even add some cruelty
But only if you dare.

Crack in some friendship
And add some twigs of a music tree
And then you have
A bowl full of me!

Stir it all together
Until it resembles fairy dust
And then, a well-oiled pan
And a stove, are really a must!

Bake for 30 minutes
Or until brown and crispy
Chop up into 12-year-old pieces
And you got a plateful of me!