League Day 22: IBRAHIM YUSUF vs KOLAWOLE ENIFENI SAMAD
This duel is dedicated to all mass killings occurrences recorded across Africa. May the souls of the affected continue to rest in perfect peace. Amen.
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!
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: MASSACRE
IBRAHIM YUSUF
TITLE: UNTITLED
Because of Mass Massacre:
world loses sanctity,
sane world turns mad,
white world turns red
for the humans blood it bleeds.
Perfect world turns flawed,
beautiful world turns ugly,
word's smell turns putrid.
Life's value turns cheap
people wear clothes of sadness
as they bury their loved ones in mass graves.
Death sleeps at our doors,
making us scared
for we know not when it will come,
to massacre us.
How I wish I would have power,
to massacre the massacre!
KOLAWOLE ENIFENI SAMAD
TITLE: MASSACRE; A BLOOD LUST
What remains of the insane,
When his tattered clothings are tidy?
What remains of the dead,
When all left was an empty pleasure?
Heads held down low,
As the swords had screamed
And a stream and still of body merged,
When cometh the red rain of war.
The happy left dejected,
And smiles left soured
As the face become wrinkled,
Like a lamb mourning its mum.
What was that blood lust? Asked,a child.
It was a mass slaughter,
Where your father was slain
And your mother helpless–
With their hands testifying to innocency
As their bodies fused like stock fishes.
©Ennyfheni
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