Don't Blame the Women

Don’t Blame the Women

(“As Solomon got older, some of his wives led him to worship their gods. He wasn’t like his father David, who had worshiped only the Lord God.” 1 Kings 11:4b)

Don’t blame the women;
oh please do not blame the women.
Who knows their wardrobe, their worship, their went as young and
their return as some the kings of the world would trade
for lumber, gold, ships and silver.

Don’t blame the women;
oh please do not blame the women.
King know how to marry to
prevent the ugly videos of dirty faces
gathering at the border. Trade rates rise
for a long-legged concubine or two.

Don’t blame the women;
oh please do not blame the women.
Yes their worship took them to the high places where
they thought the gods dwelt (but demons dined instead.)
They were taught, they were tutored, they were cultured like
pearls, like chattel.

Don’t blame the women;
oh please do not blame the women.
Solomon bought the empire truces with chits
traded for human flesh; a palace full of international treaties
that made for uneasy peace. And the eyes of a
thousand women only wanted a taste of home.

Don’t blame the women;
oh please do not blame the women.
They were mere footnotes on the pages of
contracts aged with the backroom smoke of cigars
struck in secret.

Oh please,
do not blame the women.