Dear 2020,
I’ve not come this far to let pride lure me to her bed
I would rather allow myself to be drawn in the sea of humility
Where I would no longer
See meekness as weakness

I’ve not come this far to let humanity down again
Begging on wounded knees
Crying for servant leadership
I would gladly ride with her in the boat of friendship

I have come to disrupt the tales
Of the downtrodden and feeble
Like a gentle fire to the snow
I pray to rekindle the flame of hope
And melt the ice of their lorn souls

Dear 2020,
I’ve come to confront my fears
My battles and addictions in tiers
I have come to right my wrongs
And to be a better version of me

Dear 2020,
I hope to find favour in your side
To disarm the cold hearted
With the charm of compassion
Through the gospel of poetry in action.


©Sir S.K Galadima