It's no fault of her own
That in beauty she has grown
Maybe if she had known
That seed wouldn't be shown
Queen of Sheba
Light of the eastern sun
Unlike her daughter Delilah
Fell in love with her own son
Industrious with cedars
Lumbering to her wasn't uncommon
Familiar with timbers
Harnessed all trees of Lebanon
Thousands have fallen
When you had no army
Just a decent clothing
And few beads to charm
A look of suspicion
A touch of precision
A voice of Perdition
With love as a diction
You mesmerized a dozen
Solomon couldn't overlook
But to quote in the holy book
His romance with you in the brook
Muslims call you Abiba
Not different from Akan's Araba
But for your crafty woven net
Christians hail you Janet.
Poem by Nancy
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