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.
Mugano S. Paul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-of-uganda-2/
