Beyond My Colour Poem by DICKSON MSETI

I stand for what i believe,
even if it means hell,
i put my hand in a stove,
as from it i'll exhale,

from it i'll breath,
and control my fate,
i will get a rebirth,
and life shall be fortunate,

i'll con even death,
with my scrathching teeth,
it's more than my faith,
and beyond my path,

The power of what i hold,
is less of what i have,
it is the strength of my daddy,
unkind to misbehave,

this is what i say,
when my soul in needs of free,
against all the decay,
and get strength from thee,

it's against all odds,
when you dig into gold,
it's more than beloved,
even those who believed,

this is beyond my colour,
which dignify my power,
where i'll build my tower,
though it is an endless fire.