My people suffer for lack of knowledge, stalled IDs within schemes of suppressed booths,
our freedom appears to be a mirage, as boots bought by taxpayers crush a country’s youth,
whilst they slobbered on fabricated mileage, a young generation was awakened to the truth,
Now they try to conquer through carnage, liberated minds that yearn for a transition smooth
.
The Youth cannot wait to breathe again, and kick down doors strategizing for political power
we’ve not been in conversations, only by name, now we break down barriers by the hour,
we now understand it’s Us versus Them, those who would rather see us “behave” or cower,
We’ve conquered streets as busted banks of the Thames, now they can attest to our grandeur
.
We’re a tribeless people united, modern-day patriots hoping to heal the blight in our lands,
seeking to free the captured soul of a country devastated, and allow fresh air into our lungs,
we’ve learnt of aborted dreams deserted, and why our nation’s foundations were built on sand,
How the wonder of Kenya can be reignited, by reclaiming sovereignty stolen by a rotten band
.
These revelations toughen Pharaohs’ hearts, as we threaten their hidden dens of plunder,
the silenced millions cannot be allowed to depart, lest they overturn existing structures,
the gates of power are guarded and alert, yet the tsunami of youth is hailed as rapture,
Only through broken systems can they assert, though our rise to power requires no indentures
