Letter Passing Through Time

I am the silent rhythm

Beating in the pulse of

S/he who can discern

The melody of reality.

I'm the walking voice

That wails to awaken

The spirit of patriotism

In the face of hypocrisy.

I am the required value

Sought after by bigwig,

The mid and low states

To stand test of time.

I forced out a despot to

Enthrone a real meek;

Daily, I betray the guilt

To timely free guiltless.

He's great that likes me

But doomed that hates

My grail which heals

Scars and pain of time.

I see clearly when blind

I walk fast when lame

I hear only when deaf

I lose all but to gain all.

Nothing stands unless

My aura camps it tight:

Attitude they name me,

I'm the letter passing through time.

©Tosin Abegunde 2017.