Poetry: Let Me Stand With My Words Burning Through My Broken Heart



Oh mortals come

Sit on the throne of judgement

Let me stand with my words burning through my broken heart

To speak of my agony

Of tear from the elders

Of pain of Golgotha


I have a small pen

Beautify with blessing of nature

I place a ram and ewe

Their Feeding and water never cease

As I place them into the hand of a trusted shepherd

To tend to my precious one

For them to be fruitful and multiply

To replenish the earth and subdue it


My sheep grew

In strength and knowledge

They fed not only in milk but meat and bone

They knew my voice

As my shepherd tend to them

But my greatest joy was when I committed unto their hand a destiny

When I gave them purpose to nurture

When they gave birth to future

A new gentle lamb


In my new lamb,

I placed higher destiny

To break shackles and chain

To speak of liberty

To carry cross of deliverance

To fight prey with fire

And bring home the lost

My new lamb …..not just a sheep

…..but man in my image


My lamb grew

He looks unto the eyes of ewe (mother)

Searching for words of comfort

And the ram, he search for impaction of life

But his hearth was denied of milk (prayer)

And his body lack bone (word)

His days were filled of darkness

Yet with one hope….the shepherd


Oh shepherd

My lamb walks to the shepherd

But he met the shepherd sleeping

Not watching and empty in arsenal

My lamb saw the door opened

The land ahead enticing

With the children of wolf waving


Off my lamb leave to the world unknown

For years he wandered among wolves

Where he was taught that life is all about power

And the only one standing is the strong ones

He was taught to be cruel and cheat

He had the objective……………

Steal or be cheated

Kill or be killed

 Destroy for passion and pride

With no target than his home, his country, his pen


With fury he attacked his once home

Killing many with fire

He took many as slaves

Future with glory he sent to grave

With no mercy for one

But the thirsty to kill more

As his heart beat for more blood to paint the street


Who will call back my lamb?

The elders cry

As light become darkness

As freedom send many to shackle

As joy become fear

Judge oh mortals

What should I do to my lamb?

What is the judgement upon the lamb and ewe?

What reward should I give the shepherd?





Lebile Melt Tosin is a Writer and Poet. He has written and published several Poems. He is also a Contributor at Core Magazine. 

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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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