For God and my country
It’s written on pieces of paper and fabrics
On countless coins and house bricks
I wish we could sing it
I wish we could dance and rejoice when we hear it
Or we could run and hide when it shames us
For God and my country
The first foundation stones that define us
Number one: “For the God that made us
His love is the rope that binds us
Our hopes, our plans, our prayers,
We know He listens, He knows us
Number two: “For my country
The land, the borders that protect us
The sun, the rivers that drive us
We are much more than the boda-boda and rolex
We are the drums and the smiles that unite us
For God and My Country is our birth curse
