League Day 1; Oyekunle Ifeoluwa Vs Adepoju Babajide

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, today I bring to you, this blazing duel between ADEPOJU BABAJIDE AND OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA. Enjoy! Raw poetry as you place your sincere votes. Remember, your vote is your right, therefore vote wisely.

NOTE;
1) The judges decision takes 70% of the judgement while well wishes and lovers of poetry votes takes 30%.

2) Upon no circumstance must any of the above mentioned poets vote.

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5) Voting lasts for 18 hours from commencement of Duel.

6) Results would be uploaded briefly after the closure of votes.

Good luck to the wordlord and Wordlordess... LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: BLACK BLOOD

ADEPOJU BABAJIDE

TITLE; BLACK BLOOD

Deep down inside my sheath

My hungry sword breathes fire

And is of the thirsty ones

blood thirty for that matter

Words are like lightening strokes

Black bloods of the sacrificial lambs

 Now,I know,words are blood

buried in casket of words

after being murdered by the hungry sword.

In the pool of colorful black blood

Words lie lifeless

Black blood is but a big sign

to those who are deep in reflection.

©ADEPOJU THANY BABAJIDE

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

TITLE;BLACK BLOOD

They shot me hard with bullet of words

and then hoped that would make me bleed.

They hurt my pride and broke down my wall

and they thought that would make it spill

My skin is black but my blood is not;

Your blood is red and so is mine.

Treat not my seed like a castaway

and turn me not into a living ghost

I have no hold on this twist of fate,

yet am burdened and starved of hope.

My skin is black but my blood is not;

Your blood is red and same as mine.

They poisoned me with tons of copper

and danced to celebrate my fall.

They drugged me and thought I would slumber

so they could feed on my blood.

My skin is black but my blood is not;

Your blood is red and so is mine.

The moon is grieved and the stars are dim;

The sun shed tears for they mock my race.

The tides are mute for all they have seen,

but deep down they feel my inner pain.

My skin is black but my blood is not;

Your blood is red and so is mine.

© iPod

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER

GOOD LUCK TO ALL POETS ONCE AGAIN.