When a man yields
To the seduction of
unfounded rage,
He is to himself a
weakness.
When zilch he hears
But the symphony of envy,
He is to himself a weakness.
When compassion no
longer is heart holds,
Honour as whispers to
the wind,
He is to himself a
weakness.
He is to himself a weakness,
Who values not his woman, given to tipple;
Shameless pawn of the bottle.
Homes, of such
weakness require none
But such of faith, love
and fidelity:
The hero earth seeks.
*** Written by Jacobs
Adewale ***
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