Rais Ruto Imaarisha

Rais Ruto Imaarisha

Rais wetu mpendwa
Daktari Ruto ongoza vyema
Ustawi wa nchi yetu Kenya
Umo mikononi mwako.

Ajira kwa vijana imaarisha
Kuza viwanda huu msingi bora
Kilimo biashara tanawiri
Pato bora kwa yetu nchi.

Rais wetu mpendwa
Daktari Ruto ongoza vyema
Ustawi wa nchi yetu Kenya
Umo mikononi mwako.

Watalii waienzi hii nchi
Maridadi haina mfano wa kuigwa
Nchi ya nyama, maziwa, uuki
Twajivunia kuwa wakenya daima.

Rais wetu mpendwa
Daktari Ruto ongoza vyema
Ustawi wa nchi yetu Kenya
Umo mikononi mwako.

Kenya kisiwa shwari amani
Kwenye mawimbi ya migogoro
Shupavu viongozi patanishi
Upendo, umoja, udugu ndo injili.

Rais wetu mpendwa
Daktari Ruto ongoza vyema
Ustawi wa nchi yetu Kenya
Umo mikononi mwako.

Jumuiya ya Madola huu Utajiri
Wananchi wote wapate shiriki
Umoja huu kuu nguvu za kiuchumi
Mali asili faida yake uvumbuzi.

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