League Day 5; OLANIYI OLOLADE vs HEVARDINAR INSPIRED

OLANIYI OLOLADE vs HEVARDINAR INSPIRED.

I know you're ready for this duel, we're sorry for the late commencement of the duel. 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 wordlords.. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: POVERTY

OLANIYI OLOLADE

Title; PASSING THROUGH FIRE

How do you feel,
When your room becomes an open pitch for rats?
Lizards and flies, feasting on your stinking leftover,
With crickets screeching in a corner of your empty cupboard.

I don't even know how you feel,
When your tattered home becomes littered with water,
Traveling from the sky to your linking roof
That invites both rain, sun, breeze and mist.

Life becomes an hot music on a tongue of a boy,
Who could not find a morsel to feed his hungry tummy,
Neither a drop of water for his thitsty throat,
Because poverty has found home on his chest.

It is those that are passing through fire
That could tell you how it feels,
When a girl lost her sun and moon
And becomes lonely in this scary world.

This fire burns many faces,
That is why you find some picking pockets
Raiding the day and hunting the night
Just to hold life in their palms.

This fire burns many faces
But only the strong survives....

© Olaniyi Ololade 2017
#The_living_poetry



HEVARDINAR INSPIRED

Title; Poverty

Should we be left to die?
Emaciated bones and sick sickle cells
Neck and legs like sticks from a corn farm
Yellow hairs and eyes
Hard palm and rough skins
Dirty rags as clothes
To bathe is golden, it happens once in a millennium
Gutter and bridges have been made into homes
What should a poor black man do?

Children as scavengers on the road
Picking scraps to feed the worms in their belly
Bowls held out as passersby drops penny
Not all the time would they be lucky
Crops and vegetables get infested by pest
No bucks to get them treated
Death comes as natural gifts
The poor ones don't have any choice either
Bodies get tossed away and left to rotten
What should a poor black man do?

Schools are like sculpture
Seen and adored, with hopes of entering one day
The government cares about their wealth
Nothing to offer the poor
Charity homes has families to cater for
The same blood runs through our veins
Let the conscience roll
Dear God, help the poor black people
I'm African, I'm black, I'm beautiful.


GOOD LUCK BARDS