League Day 2; OLANIYI OLOLADE vs HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM

This moment I bring to you two wordsmiths hailing from Nigeria contesting for the crown; OLANIYI OLOLADE and HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM.

Both poets will be spitting words about their black blood. Enjoy!

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.

3) The contestants are urged to invite friends to vite for them using the commentsection of this post. No rule exempts you from canvassing for votes.

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

6) Vote using I VOTE POEM 1 or I VOTE POEM 2

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

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

THEME: BLACK BLOOD

HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM

TITLE; BLACK IS THE COLOUR OF EVERYTHING

You've seen your blood,
When it became caked and crippled in an urn,
An ashy swarm of violet flies merrying over the sludge.

You've seen the skulking attendants of the sky,
Whose rumbling became soprano hurling feet to harbour,
Chasing each other like deranged birds fleeing a forest gale.

Have you seen the beauty of my lens?
Only if you knew the soothing hue of coal,
The tint of a man's whirling wrath
Turning a wife into silent ruins.

You must've witnessed moonless nights,
When your body doubled and intensified the darkness,
And the only moment you'd made out a groping shadow of melanin,
Was when a man flashed his drunken teeth.

Have you not heard the river's noise?
The night pulling over her crimson indigo,
A twinkling garment of diamonds?

What of the smoke billowing from the kitchen?
The specie of gob a toothless woman spits out?
And the thick lines that multiplied on her antique brow?

Was it not a wild wilderness of obscurity
Your father grasped when he sighed his last?
How did your mother wail from the buds of a hooded mouth?
Didn't your sweaty hands tighten in dark vortexes of thy pockets?

Once a broken boy who feared his heavy name
Had hung a song on the gong of my lips,
And to him a soothing voice had came:
Boy, you're black be, live with it.
Carry thyself with grace into the sun,
For thy heart can handle this fire.
Love and life exists even in rust and decayed things.


OLANIYI OLOLADE

TITLE; THE BEARERS OF BLACK BLOODS 

Open your eyes while walking on this tough road,
While treading on this sombre street of fear,
Because the world is for the dreadful birds;
The giant hawks that perch on every tree;
Black bloods run in their veins.

They are the lions of the jungles,
Who feast and drink on human's flesh,
Planting fears on every face.
They are the bearers of evil, mothers of devils;
Black blood runs in their veins.

They're the sharp savage serpent,
Who dine on your blossom table,
But gather to hurt your wings.
They're the hunters of your smiles;
Bkack bloods run in their veins.

They're the scaring songs of the speaking shadows,
Who host conference under the Baobab trees,
Men in the day, birds in the night.
They're the black angels with dark mind;
Black bloods run in their veins.

GOOD LUCK TO ALL POETS ONCE AGAIN.