One may have to walk,
Through the valley of naysayers.
Cement critique layers.
Division creators and race baiters.
With faith kept unmistaken.
As their only weapon to use,
To defend against,
Those who remain conflicted.
And made to depend upon,
An infestation...
Of mental instabilities.
Fed to them repeatedly.
Hoping to prevent,
Any dream to be fulfilled.
And,
Before...
Leaving behind successfully,
Everything thrown...
To test one's faith.
Until the shadows of darkness,
From them finally is removed.
With a doing to witness,
The Sun to dawn and appear...
Clear to see.
What was theirs to wish and dream,
Become the reality.
No longer to doubt,
Or wonder about to find out...
The true power that God has got!
Although that task to pass,
Will have its challenges.
With a few bruises to endure.
And one appreciating more,
Their faith and the struggle it took...
To prove what they can do.
With faith to keep it that way.
As their evidence undenied to disbelieve!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem