The Night Commuters

The shades of dusk descend

with all the colors of the desert;

sand, blue sky, blood red.

Then they appear, the children

like ghosts, swathed in white

from the empty quarter. They come

fleeing the hell they left behind them;

the Lords Resistance Army.

They haunt the towns

each night, gathering

to themselves for refuge

against the dark rain.

The night commuters,

bus stations, churches,

grave yards and hospitals,

their only homes.

With the dawn they are gone

like morning mist

and bad dreams

to hide wherever shadows go

during the day.