League Day 13; OLANIYI OLOLADE vs AYOBAMI AYANFEMI.

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 OLANIYI OLOLADE and AYOBAMI AYANFEMI... 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))

OLANIYI OLOLADE

TITLE; DARK POETRY

This poem is dark, 

Bitter and sour like the sombre song we sang

When the pillars of our house broke into pieces, 

And the walls of our city crumbled like the walls of Jericho. 

This poem is dark 

Like the rough music we sang

When the back bones of our village

Broke into fragments of absence.

This poem is dark

Like the hot tears that streamed down our cheeks, 

When our brothers left and never returned, 

Gracing the land of the ghosts. 

This poem was the dark song we sang, 

For men lost in the battle field, 

For heroes who melt into history, 

For shadows that lingered in our memory.

AYOBAMI AYANFEMI

TITLE; Ashes of our gods

Who will call unto our gods?

Who will call the barking dogs?

When will they hearken to our call?

Likes of awolowo,azikwe and yar ra dua..

When will they listen to our whistles?

A mighty tree withered the forest

Beside the village of Agu,

The broken pot is against the fire

In the land of Oyo,

The broken bottle pierce through a touch because it is wailing.

Igi araba has fallen in sleep

What a tropical wind

From the desert

Whirling,whittling and shuttling

The door of words.

Faleti the voice holder

Spares no man his ears

Takes away his words

From the home of humanity.

The man of white garment,

Young in age but with grey hair

He chant words for the Yoruba land

Now he speaks with the earthen sand.

Forever you will be remember

In our speech and actions

For the pain burns like ember

In our heart and passions.

Send my greetings to Aresa

Bid me well to your colleagues

In the other realm.

Ayobamiayanfemi @gmail.com

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