Who will stop the crazy exultancy of the divine life am living? <br />who will stop the ecstasy of the mind am driving? <br />that the devil decided a ride at the back of my priviledge, <br />that the evil opted a walk way far the beneath of my knowledge, <br />the happiness of no artificial foundation, <br />the joy of no stupid fake compassion, <br />who will stop me? <br /> <br />who will? <br />the smile I employ to the world penetrates the risky whisky glass of the cold, <br />but the heart I donate to in the world of beings digs the splendid wealth of gold, <br />who will stop me? <br /> <br />who will? <br />oh! I yes yes! I, <br />wipe and whip away lunatics of darkness, <br />and I sing the spontaneous poetics of brightness, <br />never danced to the foe, <br />because I have a routine too, <br />who will stop me? <br /> <br />who will? <br />as I resemble the howler of soil of an African land, <br />that so I shamble but recover from the violent senses of polluted bank, <br />yet what can not be seen is the white heart lane, <br />because, <br />I fly! <br />I fly! <br />and I fly beyond an airplane, <br />who will stop me? <br />I Am an African, <br />Invincible! who will?<br /><br />Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invincible-11/
