League Day 15: HEVARDINAR INSPIRED vs JOSIAH AKPAN.

I'm currently in a dilemma either to leave home or not. Surely, if I leave today, sooner than later would I be back in my Father's land, cause there's no place like home, but still I want to leave!

Two poets this moment would be convincing me to either leave this land and seek for greener pastures in a foreign place or I stay.

Who wins my heart and who doesn't?... Enjoy this duel!

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.

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Good luck to the wordlords.. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: SOJOURN

HEVARDINAR INSPIRED

TITLE: Sojourn 

Smiles on the face of multitudes 

As breathe was a natural gift bestowed on all 

Bridges would create roads 

Thoughts would ride on it 

Travellers would go home one day 

Death winds would definitely blow 

Lust and jealousy brings conscience to tears 

As guilt washed the dusty road 

Grief becomes the king's supper 

For a loved one is lost

Who knows when the last words would be said?

Who knows who would die next?

Life!

An unpredictable journey 

It should be lived to the fullest 

I'm African I'm black I'm beautiful

©hevardinar

JOSIAH AKPAN

TITLE; SOJOURN

We lusted for the green that was resplendent with lush

We had heard grand stories

From the sparrows that churned tales

Magnificent tales that made our senses salivate

Of lizards that stepped their foots

& metamorphosed into giant crocodiles

Our minds were made up

With bags and baggage in hand we trudged

Over forests of sands

Vast sands led us to much more sands

The more we trudged and panted and puffed;

the more we were blessed with bountiful deserts to transverse

As days led to nights; lives went with death

The heat suffocated us

The dryness choked us with its grim hands

It was a long walk to abyss

We left the hope we had,

For the facade we were sold

Nature dealt deadly blows at us

Two score youths sojourned to utopia

Or so we thought.

And as I lay on this hateful desert

Caressed by thirst and dryness

I, the last of them all

What do dreams worth in the land of the dead?

We had thought our sojourn was to a land of peace

Of prosperity and splendour

But now I see!

We left peace for pieces!

And with painful sobs, I concur

The grass we despised

Could have been a rainforest if we hanged on.