League Day 31 & 32: OLANIYI OLOLADE vs MOHAMMED SHAMSU-DEEN.

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

7) Results would be uploaded briefly after the closure of votes.

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

THEME: XENOPHOBIA

OLANIYI OLOLADE

TITLE: SOMEWHERE IN SOUTH AFRICA

The sky becomes dark,
Empty of stars and moon.
The land becomes red,
littered with broken bones,
And streamy bloods of lost souls,
Lost amidst the raging fire
Of anger that burns in their hating heart.

We're of the same race.
The same blood flows in our veins,
But hatred grows in their hearts like grasses in meadow,
And they begin to piece our peace into pieces of peace-less-ness...

In their hearts are storms,
That couldn't be stilled.

In their mind are fiery furnace,
That couldn't be quenched.

Hatred found solace in their chests,
And they empty the stars on the face of our skies.

We couldn't tarry long with them,
Because they're lions in men's clothings.

 

MOHAMMED SHAMSU-DEEN

TITLE; Havens of Hate

Brainometer measure civilisation

Not a neck tie or suits of pride

Not skyscrapers or stinks of strength

So those who delight in hating neighbours

Those who frown at the visits

Of brothers from other mothers

The fear with fury is a fear of fear

Fear of others working in your land

Is folding families into fatalities

The hatred for brother from another mother 

Is killing the reality of our relationships

And fading blue beams of brotherhood.

O this heaven of hate

Remember the rankles of imperialism

Remember real birth-date of your spring

For the snows of winter disappeared yesterday

So your navel still has a placenta

Link to the tail of Africa 

Your spring with squinting sun

Falling on the hybrid skins

Of streak shades and tints

Remember our help when your were

In the talon grips of zebra!