"A letter not sent"

As days fly away like the dust blown by the wind
To announce the coming of rain to the ears of man.
As we travel through Winters and Summers,
Witnessing the endless war between the sun and moon
While some bones grow stronger and weakness envelopes somes
Let me write to you the hopes building itself upon my weary soul

In some years to come, a decade from now
Strive in cold nights and sunny noons like a mother lioness
Seeking to feed her hungry cubs
That you may not be a metaphor for failure
Or a simile for laziness
Strive to be a hyperbole for victory and fulfilled dreams

In some years to come, a decade from now
Of what use is it if the world bows before you
Or if you live in mansions built upon huts
When your soul yawns for a companion
And the threads through which your name shall live on?

Dear Gimba, the son of Gimba
Soliloquies and whisper to my ears
How peaceful the views of our homes are
From the mountain top
And the streets that abode the childrens of war

Are you blooming with smiles
Or being drowned in the oceans of tears
As you whisper into my ears

In some years to come, a decade from now
Tell me, tell me who you are
Should in case you are a poet, hope your wolf
doesn't lead a pack of musty poets
Hope you still live on the paths of your Fathers?
For there's pride for a child that turns his father's house to a home

Dear me living in a decade from now
Tell me all you want to tell, but should it be
You lost your voice, then, sleep on and rest in peace

Amnesty©