Tabbath

Let him go to his own house and let me listen to him,
For the World Cup Babies are here with us to stay;
Let her go to her own house,
For she is with one of the babies!
But Abel and Zererah will guide her to meet Maia and Maya;
For the sound of the trumpets are being heard everywhere! !
And she went along with him innocently and there came the evidence,
But Tabbath is in exile because of the news.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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