She wobbles across the field, tears rushing down her face.
In tattered clothes, with matted coils of hair unkempt, a shadow of its former glory,
Face smeared with dirt, a dagger sticking out of her chest
Feet and hands in chains, her face stuffed in the clouds, as with a last attempt to stay on her feet, her strength draining little by little
A skeleton of flesh long gobbled away by anger, hunger, and disease,
She’s been raped, and plundered.
But still he cuts so deep,
In a ceaseless assault, consolidating all he can,
Sinking his claws deeper,
Into the heart of Africa, Uganda;
Her children are robbed of a deserving future, for there’s nothing left to hope for.
Behind closed doors, she’s a pawn in their game,
As they squabble over what’s left of her
Silently, she watches unable to do anything, as her land is given to the highest bidder
Where once fields of lush green, now an endless desert
Smiles once graced her beautiful countenance, now a gloom hangs over her
With no future to speak of, obliterated by greed, and selfish intent
She gropes in the dark, searching for a way,
But she’s hemmed in, with an infinite debt burden,
Looted of every little thing, tomorrow seems suspended in the past
Peace a forgotten luxury, Uganda the heart of Africa
Uganda the pearl of Africa