Parliament's Corruption

In Uganda's halls of power and might,

A corrupt crew takes flight.

With pockets fat and hearts of stone,

They line their own, leave the people alone.

They swagger in their MP robes so fine,

Accused of looting, but silence divine.

Billions stolen, diverted with ease,

Taxpayers' money, a personal tease.

The people cry, demand justice true,

But leaders turn deaf, what to do?

Impunity reigns, corruption thrives,

Uganda's future, a bleak drive.

Nude protests rise, a bold statement made,

Against corruption, young hearts not swayed.

Arrested, silenced, but the message clear,

Uganda's parliament, wipe away the tear.

Change is needed, a new dawn's light,

To oust corruption, bring back what's right.

But till then, the nation will sigh,

As corruption reigns, and hope says goodbye.

A Song of Praise

In humble adoration, we gather round,

To worship the Savior, our hearts profound.

With every breath, we'll sing Your praise,

Jesus, our Redeemer, in Heaven's gaze.

Your love, a flame that guides us through,

A beacon in darkness, shining true.

Your grace, a gift that we can't repay,

A treasure to cherish every single day.

With uplifted hands and hearts aflame,

We'll worship You, Jesus, Your Holy Name.

In Your Presence, we find our peace,

Our souls revived, our spirits release.

You are our Rock, our Savior and Friend,

Our hearts belong to You, till the very end.

We'll follow You, through joy and strife,

Jesus, our Lord, our worship, our life.