Queen Of Queens Poem by Bette Dalia

I sit on my throne with my king at hand
The slaves bowing at the point of my shoes
know that I’m Queen tall I will stand
I will only eat the finest of the royal fruits

I shall shower in silver and gold
Only the finest of the finest shall enter my castle
Now young, but I shall rule until I’m old
I dare thee to disobey and cause a hassle

Off with your head shall you commit such injustice
Foreigners will hear and fear my reign
For me to be queen is my purpose
I have made it clear that this is my terrain