Amazing First Lady Grace
They say, I should keep mum
When I ambush my Samsons
Naughting with Delilas;
Razoring off their strength,
Nay, they got it all wrong,
Nay, they are misled.
They say, my Samsons
Are all grown ups,
It is their right to injure themselves,
I should let them be;
Nay, they got it all wrong;
Indeed, they are misled:
If I follow their counsel,
I would be corrupt indeed.
My Samsons' rights
Stem from my navel;
Little do they know about
The nine months journey.
Nay, they got it all wrong
This time;
I am not seized by madness;
I am just a caring mother;
I give no apologies,
Neither am I fazed by their
Counsels misled!
I will not watch my Samsons
Being led to the slaughter
Naughting with Delilas!
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