My Zimbabwe Queen Poem by Adams King

Angels are no strangers to the earth
Such I believed in the first sight of you
Was man truly made from mud and dirt
I wonder what mud could have carved you

How privileged is our dear mother Africa
With such beauty in the heart of Zimbabwe
In thoughts I have traveled near and far
no such treasure has come across my way

I will pour out every drop of how I feel
And leave empty the jars of my heart
If only men where made to be wheels
Its a great honour to ride you on my cart

I have seen dark queens with royal faces
none have I seen with such glowing black
even with the wit of the mythical Graces
nor the wisdom of days dated long back

My pen must play the sacrificial lamb
And bleed to make my goose chase
in the words from my most fertile land
None is worthy to describe your grace

I have read all Shakespearean quotes
I dig for word in ancient books of beauty
I paddled in the thought of diverse boats
Yet I find no words pleasant nor worthy

Blessed be the land of Zimbabwe
Blessed be the our glowing black skin
Glittering like a suns of golden rays
Blessed are you my Zimbabwe Queen