League Day 13; HEVARDINAR INSPIRED vs ANIEBIET EFFIONG.

Leader's have fallen!
Fallen during our fight for freedom,
Our quest for power...
Each day are their names painted on the sands of time,
Their legacies rally behind them
Flaunting their glory,
For truly, they fell to favour us, Africans...

Without much ado, let the contest begin!... Ball the of words between HEVARDINAR INSPIRED and ANIEBIET EFFIONG... 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 Vote for them using the comment section 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: FALLEN HEROES

(In memory of Africa past warriors (leaders))

HEVARDINAR INSPIRED

Title; Fallen heroes 

What a great loss!

A gem, A hero,

With great pain and agony in our heart

It can't be explained 

The ground were he walked on with pride 

Has swallowed him into it belly

 All the good and riches

He can't be forgotten ever in history 

Keep on resting 

©hevardinar

ANIEBIET EFFIONG

Title; FALLEN BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

Each time i see papa's old rugged shirt

it reminds me of our great heroes

Who lived and survived by their ancient creed, "We shall never give up..."

I remember how they fell their faces to their foes

And today they sleep beneath the land they fought for

I wish you can hear the sound of the song in the midst of desolation

I wish you can read the words in my unseen lines

I wish you can understand my feelings

A branch has fallen from an Iroko tree

My heart is a truck,

Ladened with loads of buden

My eyes are as heavy as a cloud

Ready to pour forth its rain

I wish i don't get drowned

Like Papa who got drowned in the ocean of his blood

Yesterday i found a paper beneath papa's bed

In it were papa's words before he left

And it reads,

Dear Folabi,

Paradventure i don't return,

Take Juke my wife to my room

Show her my portrait

Tell her never to weep

For i am always with her

Feed her with wine of words 

till she gets filled and forgets her grieve

Folabi my son,

If my students misses me

Teach them how to learn without being taught

Folabi my son,

A brave man never runs away from death

He fights with him face-to-face

I have fought with death 

The tall one, short, fat and lean one

and conquered them many a time

Folabi my son,

If your little sister cries asking of me

Tell her a child who wishes to eat with his elders must wash his hands clean

And a child who wishes to sleep with his fathers 

must have a brave heart

Tell her i have gone to sleep with my fathers

Tell her never to cry,

for no one cries when great men sleeps

Their voices might disturb them

Great men sleep in peace.

Your beloved father,

Adeniran.