Invincible Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

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?