[Queen Jezebel]....

Crowned with the heads of many a fallen king,

Temptress, Jezebel, ‘tis her of whom they sing.

Many know her name, though not its origin,

Villain of the Qur’an, who dares tempt the fiend?

Wrapped in swathing night, mother of carnal sin,

Birthed of smokeless fire, she’s kin among the jiin.

Grown in the wind, and watered up with gin,

Soot painted conscience cut off like her jeans.

Infectious lips, path to her bleeding green,

They consume men whole, let the dirge begin

For there she now wades, shark without a fin,

Her target has been marked for the sting:

Armpits open wide and embrace this new lover,

Soon she’ll wash his bones in her pit of lava.

By  Philani Amadeus Nyoni  (Zimbabwe)

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