My Heritage Poem by Tosin Abegunde

My Heritage



Gone are the days on the race
When the hades threatens
Hiding comotion in a case
With hope intents
Caution spoken
On the broken wall
Tears broken
On the solid war
These are the relics of history
Longing for the glory
Perhaps from a boat
On tempestous sea
Without a rudder afloat
None to see.

Like volcanic eruption
Aiming the celestial
Freedom of redemption
With cherubims of terrestial
A pentecost of the apostolic
That builds a bridge
On which catholic
Paves for the siege
Spread outside the tent
For the resolute
Available to be rent'
In lineage of a prostitute
Built for three decades
Destroyed in three minutes.

What a good mourning
For those forgotten
The begining of another journey
For the bones seen rotten
Many apartment exist
Many are called
Yet without an exit
A crown on record
Only for those with violence
For the few chosen
In home of no turbulence
Plants of the sand of time written
What a holy thing
Bred in a dirty vessel.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The only thing one could aquire on earth is Jesus Christ, the only propery one could gain both in heaven and on earth. The poem talks about the begining of Jesus, the assembly in heaven, the death, resurrection and hope of those who live and die for His cause. The poet laments on how wonderous God's work are unquestionable as the saviour of the world emanates from the lineage of Virgin Mary who hails from the family of the prostitute that saved the two spies, sent by Moses to cannan-Joshua and Caleb
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Tosin Abegunde

Tosin Abegunde

Akure, Nigeria.
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