Ladies you might think we are up to no good.
Man, tell them how life could be and even would
If manhood was erased from the neighbourhood!”
“Bro, you got a point!
Nothing works being out of joint.
To lift the confusion, we talk about sticking together.
Bondage, family joint – without manhood it wouldn’t last forever!
“Yes Bro! I feel what you say.
More wisdom like yours should cross my way.
When I was young I saw that apple tree, the fruits of it were sour.
By time it ripened all fruits became sweet – let me show the power
Of manhood during spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Manhood is like a tree in a field providing shelter
For different livings – like you my lady – beautiful firefly
Hold tight to my charm through the winter – four seasons to come by.
“Bro, how would a tree look like without a root?
Tell them about family; a base called home – and give them my salute!”
“Salute to the roots! The foundation:
My family, without you life is hollow
And the wisdom of my roots is what I follow
Seeing the leaves of that tree playing in the sun shine makes me mellow
In mood, talk to the offspring my poetic fellow!”
“The leaves you mentioned leaves no room nor space
For any doubts, about the bright future we face
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