My Ancestral Protection Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

To walk in faith is to walk knowing I'm never alone.
Many have tried to erase me, but in great failure.
I belong to a line of praying ancestors.
Ancestors whose spirits carry hymns and themes of life.
On my back sits ancestors whos strength is of gold.
Even with my back on my enemies, I still see all their moves.
I fear not. I cannot fear when the spears of my ancestors close me in protection.
They speak ill against me, their words bounce off the swords of protection of izinyanya.
Even tiptoeing, the sound of my feet shakes the ground.
I don't walk alone. I walk with a legion of powerful ancestors.
What shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
I'm covered under by the blood and tears of my ancestors.