Therè s a new law in Uganda, approved by parliament, signed by the President.
It's as black as the grave, as yellow as fever, and as red as blood.
It orders the stars to go out, and the birds of the forest to cease their song.
It commands the sunsets to stop painting the sky red, the yellow sun that rises over the Ruwenzori mountains to change colour and the night to take off its black robe.
Therè s a new law in Uganda, approved by parliament, signed by the President.
It's as black as the grave, as yellow as fever, and as red as blood.
It's a law that orders life to turn to sand, hope to turn to stone and love to turn to fear.
"Therè s a new law in Uganda" writes the sunset in blood ink and the night, cloaked in black, reads those words to the lovers, who listen and hold each other tighter because every moment of love contains all the colours of the world.
"It's as black as the grave, as yellow as fever, and as red as blood" sing the birds of the forest, while the stars, shining brightly, listen to them.
And the yellow sun rises over the Ruwenzori mountains and life does not lose itself on the wind as sand and hope does not crystallize and love does not tremble.
Because on dark nights and starry nights, beneath the yellow sun, or in the fire-red sunsets, everything has its own destiny and every moment of love contains all the colours of the world.
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