Who will stop the crazy exultancy of the divine life am living?
who will stop the ecstasy of the mind am driving?
that the devil decided a ride at the back of my priviledge,
that the evil opted a walk way far the beneath of my knowledge,
the happiness of no artificial foundation,
the joy of no stupid fake compassion,
who will stop me?

who will?
the smile I employ to the world penetrates the risky whisky glass of the cold,
but the heart I donate to in the world of beings digs the splendid wealth of gold,
who will stop me?

who will?
oh! I yes yes! I,
wipe and whip away lunatics of darkness,
and I sing the spontaneous poetics of brightness,
never danced to the foe,
because I have a routine too,
who will stop me?

who will?
as I resemble the howler of soil of an African land,
that so I shamble but recover from the violent senses of polluted bank,
yet what can not be seen is the white heart lane,
because,
I fly!
I fly!
and I fly beyond an airplane,
who will stop me?
I Am an African,
Invincible! who will?

Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa

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