Kenya my small world of fear
Have you ever taken time to see what surrounds us?
Or have you closed your eyes ingorably because you prefer to be blind?
Do you admit that precious Kenya is falling apart?
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Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.