Saturday 1 August 2015

My Home by Mulumba Matia

My Home

This is my home Uganda.
This is the land for me.
This is the place where my heart is at rest.
This is the land for all that is the best.
Here I am alive and free.

This is my home Uganda.
With mountains, with valleys and hills.
The deep dark forest where nobody goes.
The thick green swamps where the wide Nile flows.
The western lakes strange and still.

This is my home Uganda.
Full of the flight of the birds.
The Crested Crane, the Eagle and Dove,
Spinning their cries to the sky up above.
Music of songs with words.

This is my home Uganda.
Full of beasts that God made.
The golden Lion and swift-footed Deer,
The Elephant grey and black is here
And the Leopard who lies in the shade.

This is my Country Uganda.
Here I was born and I will die.
Here is the house I built with my hands,
The trees I planted, the crops on my lands
Grow fruitful beneath a blue sky.

Mulumba Matia

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