My Homeland

My homeland, my peaceful land

My homeland, my joyful land

Oh, suffering is Uganda, my mournful land

Alas, my homeland is in devil's hands.

Faced by dilemma, fooled by a friend,

Uganda feels a foreboding threat descend.

Be sure we will rise to fight the friend-turned foe,

only o'er our dead bodies will he trad to-and-fro!

Bowing low and prostrating ourselves before the mother nature,

Whose acceptance we implore,

We would rather die for the land of our birth

Than allow our enemy to intrude on its earth.

We pray and pay homage to God

Begging Him to protect us on our mission.

If we lose our lives on the land where we belong,

At least Uganda's existence will be prolonged.

May the mother nature of this very land

Bestow on us protection

And may all of its dwellers

Be accomplished with the mission of our land protection.

@ BEINOMUGISHA FREDRICK