Judgement of Solomon

My baby! Give me back my baby boy!
Even a harlot is allowed her child,
Her comfort for being a cruel man’s toy,
For all the moments held down, defiled.
A long-lost innocence lay in my arms,
My flesh has known a loving touch at last,
Don’t listen, O king, to this liar’s charms,
My son is present, hers is merely past.
Let her have him! Oh, please just sheathe your sword!
Divide me from him, not him with it please!
Let him call her “Mother,” just spare him Lord
! Leave him alive, I beg you on my knees.
My tender child to my breast returned.
The fragile hope of redemption yearned.

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