League Day 14; HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM vs ONI TOMIWA

The unfinished discussion of yesterday continues today; FALLEN HEROES, as two poets once again would be slugging it out based on the theme.

Who wins the duel and who loses? Watch as the drama unfolds. Also don't forget this contest is aimed at learning, unlearning, and relearning basics of poetry.

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))

HUSAANI ABDULRAHIM

Title; THE EARTH HAS EATEN

THINGS

For Dele Giwa murdered

on Oct. 19, 1986.

Believe me, 

There's no light in my throat, 

But the scalding weight of darkness. 

There's no peace in my soggy heart.

Via the treachery of a

letter bomb, 

This gluttonous earth that eats things 

Munched you without respect nor remorse. 

A Collosus you were, 

Shining bright in a field of darkness. 

An embodiment of honesty you were, 

In a ravenous terrain devoid of stars. 

How do we go from here? 

How do we sing of freedom in the press 

When truth and honesty are oppressed? 

When greed like a cankerworm, has eaten into our camisoles? 

My heart's a canoe full

of sand, 

I can't chime the verses of thy beauty. 

Sorrow's a virus that has swallowed my larynx. 

And because the earth eats men like you, 

This land remains a tiny cubicle muffled by darkness, 

Brightened by a hurricane lamp

that holds no oil.

ONI TOMIWA 

TITLE; A CRY FOR AFRICA

Men shall break into dirges

Women- into pool of tears.

Children into sighs and wails.

gunshot!

A hero is gone

To those solitary hills

Where everything becomes a mirage

In the womb of unfufilled dreams.

Mothers! 

Who will wipe away your tears

When those whose love does not reside

In the shape of your hips

Are planted beneath the sole of your feet?

Children!

Who will give you the courage and hope

With which your you'll birth your dreams

In the plains of reality

When those who feel your pains

As you wander through rugged paths

Are stowed into the sea

Of lingering memories?

Fathers! 

Who will save you now from shame

As the mask of royalty and leadership

Is lifted from your faces?

Who will lead your legs to war

Against zombies and cannibals

Raiding your villages and towns in broad daylight?

Africa!

Who now will save your heritage,

Those you kept your beautiful regalias and sumptuous meals

Rich language and viscous tradition?

Who will pass on your beauty

To generation of bleached skins

Tottering on your skin

Like termites on wet woods?

II

Naked will I sit,

With arms folded into sorrow

And head connected with raw bitterness

Sprinkled ash on unkept hairs.

Here I cry again today

For lost golden children

Of my ageing mother- Africa