Somewhere in Uganda
They set the agenda
And took the cause
At no cost
To house and to clothe
Now they build a home on a plot
For the homeless
Speak for the voiceless
Somewhere in Kampala
They built a camp
And said, come
All ye distressful street children
No masters but brethren
If you stole foods
Now you will eat freely and sleep on foams
Somewhere in the heart of a boy
Lies a great love for the boys
Who is his friend?
The friendless and isolated child at the street corner
He grew around them
Now he lives to rescue them
I cry out for voices, hands and minds
To join his battle against street children
The war against Femine
Come ye all
Lets make the street for cars and not homes.
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