Letter To My Child. Poem by David Kinyanjui

No one will hold up better for you child.
We will take your hand and raise you from the wild.
When that happens, appreciate it,
Your candle will always be lit.

You are of the flesh and soil,
Born and bled not to cow nor to coil.
Always stand firm with your belief,
Hold close the ways to heal and grief.

Be cautious of power,
It demolishes a long time built tower.
I pray you live all your fears,
To conquer everything weary and that tears.