Children Of Uganda Poem by Mugano S. Paul

Children Of Uganda




joyfully clad
in florally wreaths
little drummers,
little dancers,
little worshippers…
of the Most High God
once
bony,
red-eyed,
torn,
mud-clothed,
cold,
sold
now fond
our silent tears
a hope found
formed and fed
in this great garden
by the Awesome Creator.

Children of Uganda
are
Children of the Most High God.

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