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Lamb to the slaughter
I didn't ask for this life;
I was created in it;
The color of my skin;
It doesn't matter;
I God's vision;
Created by Him, with my mother and dad;
Bullied and mistaken;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
Innocent victims being killed, wounded, maimed;
government saying what's the matter;
like a lamb to the slaughter;
Single moms having trouble with there sons;
They need a positive manly role model;
Not like a lamb to the slaughter;
For a country composed of people from different lands;
Why are we fighting for and against immigration;
Bullied and mistaken;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
Innocent victims being killed, wounded, maimed;
government saying what's the matter;
Mistreated politicized and misshapen like a lamb to the slaughter;
10/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
If I be, for my God, a symbol of love,
Then may He bear for me, a decree:
That I be a lamb, ready to be offered
To the skies, to reach the glory of His essence
So that I may open my silvery wings
And sparkle His abode
With the glow of love,
Filling us both with orgasmic pleasure
That shall last for eons on end!
If I be, for my God, a symbol of love,
Then, may it be that I live on this earth
Like an ever bloomed dandelion,
Going wherever His will pushes me to
Accepting even to sacrifice that which I hold on to
The most, so that my love may be proved
While I be in human form!
If the love that I hold for Him be returned to me
Then may it be that someday
After I shall be offered on the altar,
I shall look back at this world
And smile as I shall wiggle my fingers
And sprinkle upon its soils
Magical drops aimed at bringing some cure
To everything that ails it!
Existing holds no meaning and no purpose
Other than doing everything on an everday basis,
For my God and
Being a lamb, waiting to be accepted to be sacrificed
Is that which fills my rivers with purity!
For Contest:
This or That, Vol 30 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Chosen Title: Lamb to the Slaughter
Date Written: 25th Jan 2025
He humbly accepted to lay down his life
To put an end to the enmity and strife.
This was the Father’s will,
So that the sacrifice would serve as a seal.
He was a lamb taken to the slaughter,
To redeem and reconcile us when we falter.
He was meant to be a rising light,
One that would tunnel through the recalcitrant night.
He understood the mess and nonsense that plagued us,
Leading us to the abyss of loss.
He laid down His life to deliver us from their works,
Freeing our hearts from the chains and stocks.
There was an eerie presence that ruled on the inside,
While it loomed heavily on the outside.
He walked the road to the slaughter to free us from its power,
So that we could stand upon redemption tower.
(Inspired by Isaiah 53)
It pleased the Lord to bruise Jesus
On Him was laid the sin of us
Stricken, smitten, Man of Sorrows
To make secure our tomorrows
Led like a lamb to the slaughter
To make us His sons and daughters
All we like sheep have gone astray
Turned every one to his own way
We hid our faces from Him then
Rejected and despised of men
He has no form nor comeliness
With no beauty nor loveliness
Was wounded for our transgressions
Kept mum through all His oppressions
He poured out His soul unto death
Was afflicted till His last breath
Was bruised for our iniquities
So that we'd get tranquility
It is finished, it is finished
Salvation work is accomplished.
10.26.2020
How dare you spit upon his garb!
This peaceful bredda who by nature only loves,
When you should have been his Rasta queen
Your ghastly behaviour drew a scene
And I- woman just like you
Hang my head in shame
As you defile our name.
Selassie-I know seh di Rasta man took a deep breath
To honour his philosophy,
But like a lamb to the slaughter,
he was reduced
In front of the whole community.
He sought calm in his Rasta chant
Swallowed his pride,
Turned the next cheek, and with human dignity.
Yet that pouncing Jezebel
Delilah,
Demon picknie,
Shameless femininity
Minimized her king,
Cared nothing that he is masculine.
She is no empress
and certainly not a Ital-dawtah!
She mocked and cursed him
Bullied him and sullied his character.
Vilified him as the on-lookers magnified
Scorned, mistreated and humiliated.
But when upon each other their backs were turned
The fury in the lion roared
And in that moment, he went against his Rasta chant
And knocked her out flat on her face.
I won’t apologize for feeling appeased
For you are a disgrace to the female race!
I fear for the future of many young and innocent.
The unfortunate ones whose childhood was spent
without responsible parents who couldn't care less.
Abandoned or runaways, alone and in dire distress
of what to do. To survive they turn to a life of sin...
thinking it's better than the home they were living in.
On their own, using the only thing they have to barter,
one prostitutes her body like a lamb to the slaughter.
It's an old story about some who had a lousy childhood,
parents who didn't care or who never understood
that a child needs love to give them a sense of worth.
Many were given away within days of their birth.
Others, fleeing a home in which they'd been abused
is a common reason teenagers often become confused.
And another innocent baby bird, from the nest has flown
walking the streets, lost and left to make it on her own.
Lips painted scarlet red... in a hooker's shoes she walks,
lamb to the slaughter while the lascivious wolf stalks.
Little Girl Lost, whose flesh was once as white as snow,
allows herself to be used by Tom, Dick, John and Joe.
Langston Hughes has labeled her, "...a withered flower
on a broken stem." * Stilettoes pacing hour after hour,
just so she can eat. A lamb to quench a predator's thirst,
she's among the flock on the corner of Gutter and 21st.
*'Young Prostitute' by Langston Hughes
Christ was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
To make me, a born sinner, His daughter,
His death on the Cross, the best love story,
That washed my sins and clothed me with glory;
The Maker of the universe stayed dumb,
So that we, His creation, could now come
Into His presence and call God, Abba,
The only One who is the true Rabba;
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Christ was led,
A sacrifice for us, His blood was shed,
He's the Lamb who took away the world sins,
Everyone who receives Him, by grace, wins;
Christ ~ both the Shepherd and the Lamb of God,
Oppressed and afflicted for us, who're flawed,
The LORD laid on Him all our sinfulness,
For us, Jesus died with full wilfulness;
He opened not His mouth when He was killed,
In His death, the law of God was fulfilled,
A Lamb to the slaughter was Jesus Christ,
For me, for us, for the world, sacrificed.
Gentle tributary
of a hill-born river
suburban lake caressed
acres of fertile land -
paddy rich, growing fields
Schools of fish raced at depths
water-birds, herons, egrets,
warblers, mynas, pipits,
swallows, shikra, barbets, owls
Bowl that held varied lives
The surrounding city
rapidly scales cloud- heights, as
skilled strategists, land grabbers,
investors, policymakers,
now take her on a ride
The silenced birds, once family
to the lively-living lake,
their provider, now watch
from a mile, her being led
like a lamb to the slaughter
chemical sewers, toxic algae
rotting froth, foam, fumes engulf
volatile, fire-prone, wasted,
water body stands scrapped
A stilled lake, beyond repair
The Lamb to the slaughter*
submitted freely to sovereign will
fulfilling heavenly role to die in my stead –
with priceless holy sacrifice and precious blood to pay
for my ransom, as a sinner condemned for everlasting fury
toward divine quickening so I can rejoice
in the Saviour’s eternal redemption…
Such Lamb of God slain
from the foundation of the world
now constantly upholds my very being
along my becoming, guarding me from sin-slaughter
enabling me to delight in His assured forever…
That Lamb is my Shepherd**
Who leads my steps to walk on
paths of righteousness with love
directing my heart toward trusting
His promises, glowing with hope, smiting doubt…
The resurrected Lamb with His grace
anchors me by the Almighty’s truth and mercy
letting my faith bloom toward kindness’ fruition
propelled for reaching-out, vanquishing selfish blight…
Yes, the Lamb of God midst His love
secures me throughout the end and beyond
sanctified from guilt, assured triumphantly
with His pardon so I can share granted blessings…
Indeed, I worship the Lamb Who is my Lord
for enriching me midst contentment
to keep on sharing the Gospel, while writing poems
propelled by His power, conquering my debility…
While praying to the Lamb for compassion-optimization
here am I humbled, serenely blissful
fervently desiring to do best against flaws
acknowledging that my all is nothing without
the LAMB OF GOD***.
*Isaiah 53:7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
**Psalms 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
***John 1:36 And looking upon Jesus as he walked, he saith, Behold the Lamb of God!
February 2, 2025
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 30" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/9/2025
10th place, "FEB 2025 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/8/2025
As I lay in the night and ponder at the mistakes I made when I was younger your my biggest the only one of importance you took me by hand a lamb to the slaughter
You robbed me of everythg my body my looks but I held on to you like a flea dose a dog
I lost my family my friends all of my pride you were always there right by side
I wept and I cried I begged you to go when you did I followed no life of my own
You were master and i was your slave
you dragged me to hell and back again
As I sit and look back of the life I could have had I wish I never met you your evil and bad
You hide in the shadows for another victim to snatch another soul to fall into your deathly grasp
i weep for young who next you will slaughter I pray you keep your hands of my son and my daughter
If I see one of the devil's that peddles your wears even look at them sideways this promise I make
it will be the last thing that they ever shall do I will rip their Hart from their chest and stamp on it too
For me it's too late you have taken all that I had
stay away from my kids them you can not have
to protect them I will do all that I can
I will sell my soul to the devil again and again
You have left me a shell of the girl I once was
dead and empty inside nothing left for you to rob
If I could go back in time knowing what I do now one things for certain I would Never try you