Dutch Proverb

I'd rather be called
Black Pete by the Dutch
Then be called doomed sinner
By God, I know that much

Paint your face and leave no trace
Of who or what you really are
Find me comfortable for sure
For the gates of heaven are not that far

No, you're not a racist or the sort
Yours like others is the sport at cost
In spite of the clueless sinner
Or the ransom paid for the lost

Yes, to you I may be black Pete
And my past as my future
But laughter is like ice
Only made water by any fire

Mark the people who are silent
In the face of all or any danger
Showcasing their strength of mind
And watch how they relate to the stranger