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Kenyan Government on Climate Change: Giving with the Left, Taking with Right

 In a forest's whispered embrace,

Where life's symphony finds its space,

A decision was made, with heavy toll,

To lift the ban on tree-cutting's control.




Kenya's government, the guardian's hand,

Giveth and taketh, a paradox grand.

With left, they offer a fleeting delight,

While right plunges us into a desperate plight.
















Climate change battles, we tirelessly wage,

Planting seeds of hope on this fragile stage.

But now, as axes swing in reckless sway,

Our efforts may falter, fade away.


For trees, majestic guardians of the land,

Breathe life into the soil, with roots so grand.

They whisper secrets of balance and grace,

Sustaining Earth's rhythm, with every embrace.


Yet the decision lingers, a haunting decree,

Undermining nature's plea to be free.

As carbon dances in the winds' cruel dance,

Our climate dreams wane, losing their chance.


A delicate dance, this fragile affair,

Between progress and Earth, we must be aware.

To give and take, in harmony's name,

But not at the cost of our planet's flame.


Let us call upon wisdom, awaken the soul,

Rekindle the passion, the urgent goal.

For climate action and environmental care,

To embrace the forest, protect what's rare.


For in the balance of nature's grand design,

Lies the key to a future that can shine.

May Kenya's leaders heed this heartfelt plea,

To give, not take, and set the forests free.


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