I hear the hurtful words,
I see the evil looks,
I endor the beatings,
And survive the hangings.
You believe in the lynchings,
You figure that it will break me.
But my will is strong,
My faith is much greater
Then even a thousand mustard seeds.
Your tongue is sharp,
As your words cuts deep.
Your actions shows clearer than a mirror,
The hatred that you possess inside.
But you can not defeat me.
You shackle me with thick chains
Stronger than Sampson locks,
But I still break free,
I refuse to be held captive to hatred.
Your stronghold on America will be broke
For I am covered by the blood of Christ,
Undoubtedly bounded by his grace,
Marinating in His love and mercy.
Your hatred will not defeat me,
For love will always triumph over hate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Craig. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks