League Day 31 & 32: ANIEBIET EFFIONG vs OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

This duel is dedicated to all Xenophobias' victims in Africa. We, over here feel your pains, do find these words here as soothing balms to your broken souls.

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

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

THEME: XENOPHOBIA

ANIEBIET EFFIONG 

TITLE: Am Exhausted Of Words,

I Know Not Of What To Pen,

Maybe I Shall Say Something When Am Done.

I Am An African,

Born Into Nigeria,

A Country Of Diverse Language, Culture, Ethnic Group,

But One Race.

I Have Be Shot With Alarcrity,

Haunted Like Animals By Judas Who Call Themselves Brothers,

Like Cain And Abel.

Aboki!

I Thought Your Name Meant 'my Friend',

Why Is Opposite The Case?

When Did Terrorism Become Your Anthem?

When Did Hate Become Your Pledge?

I Wrote This To Those,

Who Mistake My Tears For Sadness,

Instead Of Rage.

Are We Not A Country That Yearned For Equity?

Are We Not A Country That Fought For Equality?

Why Have You Contracted The Disease Of War By Our Masters,

And Swept Peace Under The Carpet?

Why Do You Trade Love For Hate?

My Skin Has Been Burned,

By The Scorching Sun Of Your Hatred.

You Have Turned Me To Those Men,

Who Sang The Lord's Song,

In A Strang Land.

 

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

TITLE; XENOPHOBIA

(SOUTH AFRICA: THE DEATH OF ME)

I was a wanderer that left 

my home in search of hope.

I was a shattered soul that fell

a victim of wild owls.

You could have killed your fear

and spare my soul of brutal death.

I never came to steal your job

but got murdered in cold blood.

You sent my soul on exile 

to a land of no return.

The fear of poor foreigners

made you end lives in disgust.

When will you see beyond the sky

to know we have good hearts?

When will prejudice leave your eyes

to see we are all black?

We could have lived in harmony

and be freed of agony.

You should have seen beyond my skin

before you slaughtered me.

I have no teeth like vampires

to pierce your soul to death.

I only left my father land

with hope of meeting friends.

© iPod

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER