Gifted by nature, robbed by the citizens - us
Children go hungry, parents stare blankly
There is no hope, only the residue of broken promises
Politicians roam free, reveling in pompous excesses
Home of the corrupt, land of the lost patriots
Fecund ground for lawlessness, impunity and subdued riots
“Oh Uganda….” my pride is lost in the song
An essence lost at independence, what went wrong?
Veterans wander and wonder with nostalgic remonstrance
While the young protest with youthful recalcitrance
A country with so much promise, we usually short-change ourselves
We have to demand more from our selfish-selves
Instead of all this meaningless finger-pointing
We need a miracle, a righteous political anointing
An awakening of spirit, of mind, of pride
A restoration of nationalism, of patriotism, of morals
The time is now, our patience is ebbed
All that lurking pestilence and hostility should be absorbed
I see a bright future, even though the present is uncertain
Don’t ask how we can get there
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