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Gulu Cries, Acholi Rise 1 by okot

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Gulu Cries, Acholi Rise 1

Afro-Folk,Female Vocals

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[Verse 1]
Dawn over Gulu Market, dust lifts with the sun,
Boda-boda horns sewing the morning run.
Layibi lane full of potholes, children hop and stare,
A mother with a jerrycan, water heavy on her hair.
She folds a torn school satchel, counts coins in silent hands,
Sells roasted peanuts under tarpaulin stands.
The drums for Bwola are quiet, but the feet still know the beat,
Red laterite remembers every step of tired feet.
[Chorus]
Gulu cries, Acholi rise—
Three words we hold like fire.
Gulu cries, Acholi rise—
Nobody hears, but we sing higher.
[Verse 2]
Posters hang like promises, rain washes ink away,
Campaign trucks spill loudspeakers and another empty day.
They eat the harvest of our patience, call it progress, call it gain,
While mothers stitch the borders of a hunger they explain.
A boy with a satchel patched with hope walks past a broken bridge,
He hums an old song from his grandmother's ridge.
The market smells of matoke, smoke, and whispered prayers,
Children chase the shadow of a future that is never there.
[Chorus]
Gulu cries, Acholi rise—
Short like thunder, soft like sighs.
Gulu cries, Acholi rise—
We learn to breathe through sleepless nights.
[Bridge]
At the edge of Akwang Lane a mother calls each name,
She speaks them into lantern light so the darkness knows they're real.
Remember the boy who walked to school and never came back home—
Remember the road with a thousand holes, remember the ones who roam.
Bwola drums under moonlight, we lift our palms and vow:
Not to forget. Not to bow. We will mend the broken now.
[Chorus—Variation]
Gulu cries, Acholi rise—
Say it once for every scar.
Gulu cries, Acholi rise—
Say it loud until the leaders hear from far.
[Outro]
So plant a mango by the roadside, fill the potholes with our hands,
Teach the children every story, teach them how the healing stands.
Gulu cries—then Gulu laughs; the ache becomes the song,
Acholi rise—by stubborn love, by righting what was wrong.
Gulu cries, Acholi rise—hold on till morning comes.
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