Human rights violations
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In Uganda, a land of beauty and grace,
Where the sun shines bright on the people's face,
There are cries of anguish and pain,
As human rights are violated again and again.
I say a prayer for the departing warrior,
Departing for lands whose soil is littered with landmines,
To fight a war he doesn’t understand,
To possibly die in a country he couldn’t care less about
