League Day 13; IBRAHEEM YUSUF vs ADEPOJU BABAJIDE

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 IBRAHEEM YUSUF and ADEPOJU BABAJIDE... 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))

IBRAHEEM YUSUF

TITLE; O Death!! :

O death!

The source of darkness

why do you darken Africa

by waning the souls

that light it?

O death!

The king of larceny

why do you steal,

the precious souls of Africa

in the time of need?

O death!

The killjoy

why do you kill

the happiness of Africans

by killing their source of joy?

O death!

The source of wickedness

Why do you murder

African heroes

that dedicate their lives

for Africanism? 

O death!

Hearken

you just steal the body

but the souls

will forever remain alive

in the hearts of Africans!

O death!!

ADEPOJU BABAJIDE

TITLE; *FALLING HEROES*

For all the times you treaded the battle field

And your horses spat fire

As you run with panting breath

And your sword smiled in blood

You are not dead

For all the times you answered the dangerous call

Peace keeping missions 

As it is deceitfully called

In your uniforms you stood brave

And you propel the sparrows

Past men's hopes

You are not dead

When like flash of light

You draw out your sword

In happiness, it is ready to destroy

Without moon to light

Enemies bowed at your feet

And their heads

Served as your drinking horns

You are not dead

Just like the earth

You belonged to everyone

You stretched out your uncalloused hands

Like the haze of the harmattan

You lifted your feet

And your blood cooked the sands.

©ADEPOJU THANY BABAJIDE