Men of the Earth, where is your virture? Where is that strength of Samson? That wisdom of Solomon, and that marking of a King David? Where is that huge presence of a child's heart, looking for its other piece? Or, that figures daughters try so hard, to chase after? Where is your virture? Where is that crown? That judges you by your character and integrity? Not by the tan of your skin? Where are the heads of their responsibilities? The role models your children and others who looks up to you? What would be your contribution? You're virtue? The essence of your being? And despite all odds. You remain fearless, a presence not overshadowed without a voice, cause it'll constantly be loud? I hope mine is this poetry.
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