Uganda

We Sound the Drum of Freedom
From a land of red dust and breathtaking sunrise
The source of the Nile whose endless tail carves unending stories of resilience and hope
We sound the drum of freedom
For the silent whose spirit remains unbroken
For the unnamed, mistaken for the unexistent
For the innocent souls chocked by chains of oppression.
We sound the drum of freedom
For the young minds whose classrooms have degenerated into battlefields,
And forced to carry more than their dreams for a better future,
Guns too heavy for their bruised and beaten palms.
The remnants of a robbed childhood
Trudging an endless path of violence
Mere pawns in their game.
We sound the drum of freedom
For the refugees drifting through a cobweb of borders
Who, like feathers, are tossed and turned by the waves and waters.
For communities whose wells were poisoned by greed
For the suppressed activist still holding onto their creed
Upheld by a global solidarity unbroken by hateful rhetoric
The sound of this drum remains our topic
So, we sound the drum of freedom
Percy C Mpindi