League Day 14; KOLAWOLE ENIFENI SAMAD vs WAKCHIN NENGAK.

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))

KOLAWOLE ENIFENI SAMAD

Title; Fallen Heroes (Dirge): A MONODY


Once upon a termite ate the roots,
Thee branches are broken, sigh...
Thee pulse is beaten,
Tears stream down the cheek,
Just with the thoughts of 'Tioté Cheick'.

Oh! Body, must you return to the sands?
Nelson! Oh! Nelson
What was that fearsome sound?
What a MAN-DE-LLA you were!

Death the unseen Foe!
With your pattern I was fooled,
Just when it's time to enjoy the shade tree,
All leaves,you took at the count of three.

The sun must return to set,
Never to ever rise again.
Remained curved the moon;
As it mourns the gone of the Greats.

The innocent child couldn't know,
As only its wants was to smile,

What a wicked termite death was,
It denied me the rippen Fruits
And pass them to the land of my Silent Fathers.

©Ennyfheni


WAKCHIN NENGAK

Title; FALLEN HEROES

they
        crumbled
                    down
                         to nought,
into & down beneath our crust after hoisting to their prime
our early crowns became cinders
of past-tensed glory
some were chopped like onions for barbecue,
or gunned by masked armors
in bouts of bloody pustch
our (s)heroes labour faded
like an erased word on a white sheet
& no body wants to be like them again
for their strive was crowned with shame
& murder by surprise.

©Wakchin Nengak