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The world cries out for justice clear, For broken systems ruled by fear. Yet change won't come from noise alone— It sprouts from seeds that we have sown. Not titles held, nor claims we boast, Nor empty words we love the most, But what we build, create, and give— These mark the way we truly live. The time has come to shift our lens, To judge not merely means or ends, But weigh the fruit that branches bear— The truth lies plainly waiting there. Did hands bring peace or sow deceit? Did words bring life or just repeat? No mask can hide a barren tree, Its roots reveal what we don’t see. So let us start with honest eyes, And measure worth by what applies. Not promises, but action shown— By fruits, not talk, shall all be known.
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Gachoki

In shadows cast by sorrows, Gachoki stood,
A man adorned in burdens, misunderstood.
His heart, a canvas painted with old scars,
Yet within his soul, a constellation of stars.

He gazed upon the mirror of his past,
A reflection tainted, memories cast.
The weight of pain, a heavy cost,
Threatening to turn a gentle soul lost.

But in the stillness of the night's embrace,
Gachoki felt a gentle wind of grace.
Whispers of wisdom, echoes from within,
A realization, a journey to begin.

"For in the crucible of hurt and strife,
I've let bitterness define my life.
Yet, within me lies a strength untold,
A tale of resilience waiting to unfold."

With courage rising like the morning sun,
Gachoki chose a path to become undone.
Released the chains of anger and despair,
Embraced the healing, lifted a burdensome wear.

No longer shackled to the wounds of yore,
He let forgiveness be the open door.
For in the loss of self, a newfound gain,
A rebirth of spirit, washed by healing rain.

Gachoki, the man who found his way,
Turned the page to a brighter day.
In letting go, he discovered the key,
To be the person he was meant to be.

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