The namby pamby strength
Issues of my life like the planting plant,
That grows strong to be weak
Just like the commence of my life.
So weak was I an offspring
That tabularasa soul of mine
But I say to you believed heart chasers
‘’My vessel is strong when am with you
But weak when I took the path I owns’’.
Those plants you stamped once conquered earth
But you lie low beneath weak and subdued
Though I weak but gives life to your living
And becomes the cutting tree that elicit branches
The branches that holds your cultural consistency.
Yet cut down, butchered with your weak foot.
Just like the circle of life
We all are namby pamby
Defining who is weak and who is strong.
