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“Where Is the Peace?” by Jeff Korondo

We might be different in the eyes of man, but we’re equal in the eyes of Jah, Jah
Root boy Korondo come and tell them one more time again
Listen

Chorus (x2)
Oh, where is peace?
That we always fight for
Oh, where is unity?
That we always talk about
Oh, where is freedom?
That we always die for
I wonder where’s the democracy that we always vote for

This is my nation, a wicked kind of nation
You wake up in the morning just to hear gunshots
This is my nation, a wicked kind of nation
You wake up in the morning just to see a dead man
People die every day cause of war
I wonder what to do, yet me want a better life
People suffer every day cause of war
I wonder what to do, yet me want a better life

Policemen are watching, beating people
And dem beating innocent people
Is it a policy or is it a remedy to kill another man for his political philosophy?
Oh, what a remedy
Don’t kill a man for political prosperity

Chorus (x2)

I love my nation so much that I cannot see myself trying to bring them down
I love my people so much that I cannot see myself trying to let them down
I can rise with them
And fight with them
And stand with them
Me wanna die with them
Abi cer ked gi (I will rise with them)
Abi lweny ked gi (I will fight with them)
Abi cuny ked gi (I will stand with them)
Abi too ked gi (I will die with them)

Chorus (x2)

Inequality is the order of the day
And tic ruju ruju (shoddy work) is the order of the day
Apoka, poka kaka (tribalism) is the order of the day
I see corruption killing our nation

Down in Africa, why must we be living in poverty?
Down in Uganda, everyone is living in agony
Now who is behind all the sufferings on my innocent people today?
Now who is behind the corruption in my Uganda today?
Listen to this, I say

Chorus (x2)

Where is the peace?
That was always fight for
Where is the love?
That we always talk about
Where is my freedom?
That we always die for
I wonder where’s the democracy that we always vote for

Where is the peace?
That was always fight for
Where is the love?
That we always talk about
Where is my freedom?
That we always die for
I wonder where’s the democracy that we always vote for

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