Its All In The Mind Poem by Tendekai Mugonda

Raised in a country like mine where to be revolutionary is the only fashion of the gods.
I was raised to be a prince among them walking alone towards spiritual roads.
Too much hatred in my mind yet singing the tune of love.
The world upside down only being fortunate to remain above.
I refused to believe in their dogma which is so small than my cause.
My heart race with time that i am blinded from their pulse.
I know how it feels to be African more than Charles understood evolution.
We are more than humans because we are every aspect of God's creation.
Everything's existence was channeled in our life dominion.
Building castles in the air from dirty thoughts from rare imagination.
My passion is fed by my hunger more than my hatred starved by my anger.
A shipment of sea of ideas from deeper thoughts with no anchor.
Its a highway of love and only fixed to a corridor of hope.
I will continue to live even when my heart stop.
It will never stop until we reach the top.
Anyway who can understand it more than me