Dictator

In the land where the sun never fades,

There’s a shadow cast in the heart of the days,

For thirty long years, we’ve lived with the cost,

A dictator’s grip, what have we lost?

Tears of the people, cries in the night,

Voices that tremble, too scared to fight,

Promises broken, dreams swept away,

Under the iron fist, we fade away.

Oh, Museveni, your power’s a chain,

Holding us down, through the blood and the pain,

The people are calling, can you hear their plea?

Freedom’s a dream that we long to see.

They said you would free us, they said you would rise,

But your walls are built higher with every disguise,

The youth are in silence, the elders in fear,

But the whispers of change, they’re drawing near.

Corruption’s a river, it flows with no end,

But we stand united, no time to pretend,

We’ll rise from the ashes, we’ll burn through the night,

Freedom’s a flame we’re ready to fight.

Oh, Museveni, your power’s a chain,

Holding us down, through the blood and the pain,

The people are calling, can you hear their plea?

Freedom’s a dream that we long to see.

We won’t bow to your throne, we won’t kneel to your might,

This land’s for the people, it’s our birthright,

From Kampala to Jinja, from the North to the West,

We won’t rest, no, we won’t rest.

Oh, Museveni, your power’s a chain,

Holding us down, through the blood and the pain,

The people are calling, can you hear their plea?

Freedom’s a dream that we long to see.

One day the people will rise and sing,

The chains will break, and the bells will ring,

A new dawn will come, the sun will shine,

Under a new sky, we’ll claim what’s divine.