When the core is formidable and centred
and radiates in positive glow
what fears the livened spirit in tempest foul
or the ravages of  sop barbarians
whilst the weak and dense posture inanely
seeking recourse in peacocks swirls
smearing and mudslinging in fore resorts
of cowards and belly crawlers
As David we stand head and shoulders above
tis not of vacuous brawn
but the princely orator who voiced the words
and vividly stride the strides
we are worthy of who we are in light or dark
my name maketh me not
manner maketh man and I maketh my name
I am my centre that holds
and will till ever know who and what I am
in rancour and frothing bile
in heated envy and jealousy
in demeaning soiled pettiness
in jaw clenching perturbance
in immature cantankerous haze
in the blinding fury of simpletons
in the galling acidic stupors of fools
you you and you know who and what I am...too