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Let's speak of numbers. I’m a Kenyan 2.0, With an ID to prove. I own the code—254, Been here since I was 0. Gen Z did awaken, Learning the art in math— The topic on tax, And the story of Zakayo. Gen Z did awaken, Learning history’s tale: The beauty of freedom—independence, Yet freedom fighters still fade. And the Bill of Rights, Freedom of speech, To stand against the bill— Its creator sickened the breach. Gen Z did awaken, To our new 'Leader,' A master of language, Crafting his best lies. The world on hold, Schools, hospitals, streets— All in chaos, all closed, Waiting for ‘Mr. President.’ To speak of numbers, Of those lost in protests, Lost in abductions, And those gained in corruption. Protests painted red with blood and tears. A beacon of peace in pieces. A home of 'hakuna matata' Full of mournings, Numbers adding in the statistics.

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