League Day 5; ADELEYE OLUWADARASIMI vs ONI TOMIWA.

Enjoy this duel this night. We sincerely apologise for the lateness of this day's duels, hope you accept our sincere apologies.

Below is the duel between; Adeleye Darasimi and Oni Toniwa. Dot forget to place your votes accordingly too.

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 wordlords.. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: POVERTY

ADELEYE DARASIMI

Title: POVERTY 

It is not our own will

No one wills for hunger

It is not our choices

No one wills to be poor

Why do we languish in Poverty

We are hardworking farmers

Our farms has no rest until harvest

Yet we hardly have anything to eat

Why do the rich override us?

They want our produces with little coins

We sell all we harvest for little gains

While we continue to suffer in pains.

Hardworking men are never poor they say

Yet we are more hardworking than anyone

We work tirelessly every day

Why then are we this poor?

ONI TOMIWA

Title; RIPPLES OF PENURY

I saw a vision last night

One which i'll sadly tell.

Somehere in the slums of Africa

I saw two boys, thin and pale

Feasting on remnants of bones

From an abbatoir's heap of rubbish.

They wore their own skins

And a cloak around their tiny waists

They have no flesh to call their own...

Walking skeletons on deserted roads.

A woman and feeds her three children

With rotten food and coloured water

She was housed in the corners of a silent graveyard

Where humans take turns with ghosts and rats

For the portion of the night

When everythere becomes dark.

I saw a man roaming around

Wearing tattered clothes

And miserable sandals

In search of endless nothingless,

He was struck by thunder,

He is a slave to emptiness...

Poverty has built a kingdom in our kingdom

A macrocosm of repellant tribulation.

Men now become lunatics

When they're kissed by the fiery of penury...

A kingdom is upturned,

Poverty rules.

Let the battle begin!!!