Buyunde Acura Sylivester

Rookie - 6 Points (8/10/1990 - Date / Kenya, Western province)

Speech of Fairness Democracy


(Clearing the throat)
'... I know I won,
I understand I lead,
But that does not mean I exclude,
My competitors.
My victory, is their victory,
And I think it's a better victory,
For them this way,
Than whatever they,
Were competing for,
Not unless they thought like,
Am thinking right here;
Am not expressing my point,
As a philosopher who's darting,
Hard for fame of speech,
But this is what I mean;
That me, my subject
And my competitors,
Creat a nation that aspires,
For the best.

There's is great prosperity,
When I join hands,
With my competitors,
Than when I choose to stand alone.

This is way of constracting peace
And that,
My dreams might not include
All desires of my people,
But with collective ideas,
Of my subjects, and competitors,
Raises a great percentage,
Of probability to move,
To being greatly a perfect performer,
Of my people's wishes...

As a selected leader,
I beg for your stand by my side,
To give me courage and,
Encouragement! ...'

Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013
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