We Shall Rise

The land stretches for miles
Like a roving sky without limit
The hills bow in respect
To the gallant scions of this noble land
As they make for farms to till

For years we have lived in quiet
Burdened with the shame of our humiliation
We of the valiant hue
Sons of sol
And daughters of the moon
Crowned with the crest of Rwenzori
Draped with the splendor of the Sipi

We shall rise
We who once ruled these plains
And tamed the beasts of the green
We shall rise
For the sons of men fathers have woke

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