Letter To Kabbite Poem by Omolola Oladotun David

Great was my dream
As I saw life as an endless stream
Flowing with obstacles inconsequential
Nevertheless within our world of many consequences
Positive to Negative
Then Negative to Positive
Everything seemed meaningless
To move became so much stress
All over I had said, drawn and concluded
With my pen prepared to write the very end
With thoughts of rounding up I steer
To do the things I had planed at first
A look around and suddenly he was
A young boy with many sores
In whom I had found many thoughts
Many of which I had considered bigger than his court
Full of passion but yet dead in action
As he was bonded by wars inner sanctions
His dream did I see
Yet helpless within my view
His fate I could predict
Yet with fears of what's right to be said
In all of these was he
Full of hopes and dream to get his very end
In this did i see hope
Hope that even my very end was but a mirror of what I can truly mend
In you kabbite did I find that hope