O'Uganda

May 31, 2009
By Anonymous

O’ Uganda

O’ Uganda, your children suffer pain

Of violence, guns, and bloods that stain.

Heavy heart and empty hearths

Invade their dreams.

Unlawful acts the rebels bring

Results from hopelessness it seems.

In camps your orphans cling

To hope and fading music within.

Your children long to sing

Of hopeful days, about to begin.

O’ Uganda, your children suffer pain

Of violence, guns, and blood that stain.

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