League Day 11, Round 3 – LOW18


Welcome to the final round of league Day 11.

League Of Wordsmiths is an initiative of Whyke Anthology which began last year. Serving as a means of promoting poetry, story writing…and art as a whole, across Africa, whilst also serving as an aid for young, budding, aspiring…writers in the African diaspora.

This round is for the poetry category, and would see Adeyemi Tunmise, Jejemy Oluwasola, Dipe Jola, and Ayinmode Mercy slugging things out for the prize.

Theme For This Round is: GENOCIDE


1) Judges Decision takes 80% of the total decision, while votes recorded from voters takes 20% of the total decision.

2) Under no circumstance should you guess the owner of the individual stories.

3) Voting lasts for 24hours.

4) Only Votes recorded in the comment section of this post remains valid.

5) Vote using “I Vote poem 1”, or “I Vote poem 2” or “I Vote poem 3”…

6) A voter is allowed to vote maximum of 2 poems out of the 3 contesting poems.

7) The contestants are urged to invite friends to vote for them. No rule exempts you from canvassing for votes.

Let The Game Begin!… May the best story win.

Poem 1
Lucky You

Lucky you, lucky you

You live in a warm house,
You even have a doghouse,
You can freely go out,
Returning is sure no doubt.

Your family is complete,
And you are alive too,
You have meat to eat,
And plenty bread to chew too.
Lucky you, lucky you
But what will you do
If you woke up one morning…

To see your family bereft of life?
To see your town bombed,
And everything near it all gone?

What will you do?
If you tried to run,
And saw this death, you cannot outrun.

What will you do?
If you were wiped from the worlds view,
And no one remembered you?

You will say then,
Life is unfair to you,
But it was unfair to us too.

Lucky you, lucky you.

Poem 2

The catacombs are open
But do well to present no flowers
As it will be rejected
By the keeper of hades.
We walk through the valley of death
But have no shadows
To catch up with.

I see masses whose dreams
Were cut short even before
Dawn broke forth.
But,this is Nigeria
Where we pull our clubs
Only when death storms.
By then,we have only
Ghosts left to fight.

Our brothers are dead,
But their souls still clamour for justice
From men who wrecked their ships
Before it got to fair havens.
It is saddening that their
Dreams will take the stage
Before them but they won’t
Be a character on that stage.
This is a nation crying out
The bloods of the innocents.

Poem 3

Let me teach you the BODMAS of Nigeria
B – bracket all innocent in blazing fire
O- Offsprings watch each other perish
D- divide the city using tribe and religion
M – multiply the guns and knives in thousands
A – add every city burned down together
S – subtract love, care and brotherhood
Your equation is a solution less Nigeria

Poem 4

This is a song with melodies fetching waters from a phase into baskets of time.
It drains fast because it might be your turn tomorrow, like your head on your feet and your feet in the ground.
At times Benue is forgotten in the hands of blades and dishonor,
For the gods of this city are weak and whispered into a river of no affection.
Cows have been engrafted into the lineage of men and they cry for their rights too.
Mooeeeh Mooeeeh…
It rings in his hears
Mooeeeh Mooeeeh…
Is all he heard.
Long have I know that cows are food for men,
And men are good for earth.
Shouldn’t we care for the bellies first? Than the owners of the belly that fills the tummy of the earth

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