Rhymes and reason,
two things that came to mind as per this piece.
Simple and straight to the point,
two things that I like about this piece.
Is he good? and can he win?
two questions that will be answered soon enough.
Showing posts with label Slam Poetry Competition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Slam Poetry Competition. Show all posts
Sunday, September 29, 2013
#WAROFWORDS2 IT'S IN YOU BY CHIEMEZIE IBE
Rhymes and reason,
two things that came to mind as per this piece.
Simple and straight to the point,
two things that I like about this piece.
Is he good? and can he win?
two questions that will be answered soon enough.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Season 2 of War Of Words (Slam Poetry Competition) starts September 2013
Can you use words to tease and please?
Or perhaps kiss words and make them bounce and dance?
Then this is for you
i2X Media
(organizers of WORD UP)
Presents
War Of Words Season 2
(A Slam Poetry Competition)
Up for grabs:
1. $500 for the winner
2. The top three poets get to perform at WORD UP Volume 7 in February 2014 alongside the best Spoken Word Poets in Naija.
The competition is only open to Poets that have never performed at any WORD UP event.
Entry for the Slam Poetry Competition is via video submission.
The Video submission must be done by uploading on YouTube and the link sent to us
via twitter @wordup411,
via mail to wordup4one1@gmail.com, and i2xmedia@gmail.com
via our facebook page https://www.facebook.com/
Entries can be sent in from September 14 to Midnight of October 13, 2013!!!!!!
Only 15 Spoken Word Poets will be chosen from the video submissions to compete on stage at the event on December 14, 2013.
Watch this space for more details and for the THEME for the video entries.
Do you have what it takes?
Can you make our seasoned judges scream WOW?
Let the War of words begin.
And May the best poet win!!!!
For inquires, please call
08025070892, 08030635360, 08053001608, 07068400846, 08038315055
Or send us a mail at
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
In Defense of Spoken Word – Guante
In Defense of Spoken-Word and Slam Poetry
This past January, representatives from a wide range of Twin Cities spoken-word and slam organizations held a meeting at the Springboard for the Arts in St. Paul. We discussed ways to build our community, to improve the viability of spoken-word as a recognized artistic medium and to promote our events more effectively. It was a great discussion, and a lot of positive things (including the decision to support minnesotamicrophone.
SPOKEN-WORD POETS ALL TALK ABOUT THE SAME THINGS AND USE THE SAME DELIVERY.
by Kyle “Guante” Myhre
This past January, representatives from a wide range of Twin Cities spoken-word and slam organizations held a meeting at the Springboard for the Arts in St. Paul. We discussed ways to build our community, to improve the viability of spoken-word as a recognized artistic medium and to promote our events more effectively. It was a great discussion, and a lot of positive things (including the decision to support minnesotamicrophone.
One thing I left with was the idea that to really build this community, we have to do more than entertain our base; we need to reach out to people who have never heard of spoken-word… and also to people who actively dislike it.
In my experience, many of the criticisms directed at slam and performance poetry are founded in an ignorance of what the form really is. People today are criticizing what slam poetry was five years ago, or they went to one really bad open mic and hated it, or they watched a particularly uninspired episode of Def Poetry Jam and decided that all spoken-word is platitude-ridden, clichéd sound and fury.
But the Twin Cities has one of the top spoken-word scenes in the nation; our poets are incredibly talented and our events are consistently big, beautiful and a lot of fun. In an effort to assuage the fears of some potential audience members (and/or performers), I’d like to address a few myths:
SPOKEN-WORD POETS ALL TALK ABOUT THE SAME THINGS AND USE THE SAME DELIVERY.
We all know the stereotype. Some twenty-something with a goatee and beret gets on stage and reads some really awful, trite, cliché-ridden poetry about how “the government is corrupt” with a lot of passion and intensity; his rhythms are predictable and his voice goes up and down for no apparent reason. The audience goes wild.
I’d be lying if I said that this didn’t happen now and then, but so many would dismiss the entire art form due to the presence of a few hacks, or perhaps just some kids who are starting their journeys as writers. This is a willful ignorance.
It is true that many (not as many as you might think, but quite a few) performance poets have adopted a standard vocal style, and certain themes (alienation, identity, depression, radical politics, sexuality, etc.) come up at slams and open mics more than others. But show me a genre of music or form of expression where this isn’t the case. Singer-songwriters all sing about relationships in 4/4 time with a guitar. Rappers rap about how good they are in sixteen bar verses with eight bar hooks. Every form has its own standard, and every form is dominated by hacks and artists who are simply following a formula. If anything, spoken-word has a much HIGHER ratio of originality and talent to mediocrity than, say, indie rock or novel-writing (or page poetry, for that matter) or whatever other art you’d like to compare it to.
Also, and this is something that people outside the performance poetry community probably wouldn’t know, the standard, cliché style is on its way out. Spoken-word, in its most recent incarnation, started going strong in the late eighties and early nineties. By 2000 or so, it had developed its own formulas and clichés, as all art forms do. Today, those formulas and clichés are widely recognized and good poets work hard to avoid them. If you go to a slam or open mic today, at least in the Twin Cities, you’re probably not going to hear some neo-beatnik ranting about “the man” or some bohemian caricature adlibbing free-verse about the revolution.
That’s not to say that every spoken-word artist is a completely original, convention-defying genius. But if you go to a slam today, you’re more likely to see and hear something inspiring, hilarious or powerful than something that embodies the stereotypes associated with the form. Spoken-word, at least the version of it that we’re talking about (since technically, it’s been around forever), is still a very young art.
MOST SPOKEN-WORD POETRY ISN’T VERY GOOD POETRY.
On some levels, this might actually be true. But the key question is “according to whom?” Is the broader poetry community judging spoken-word by the same standards they judge some creative writing professor’s villanelles? The form is fundamentally different. It’s a performance art; yes, some subtlety might be sacrificed at times because the listener doesn’t have the luxury of re-reading lines and analyzing every word choice, but this is a conscious decision. It’s extremely important to remember: spoken-word is written to be performed; it’s not the same as reciting poetry written for the page and we should not judge the two by the exact same standards.
On some levels, this might actually be true. But the key question is “according to whom?” Is the broader poetry community judging spoken-word by the same standards they judge some creative writing professor’s villanelles? The form is fundamentally different. It’s a performance art; yes, some subtlety might be sacrificed at times because the listener doesn’t have the luxury of re-reading lines and analyzing every word choice, but this is a conscious decision. It’s extremely important to remember: spoken-word is written to be performed; it’s not the same as reciting poetry written for the page and we should not judge the two by the exact same standards.
The best spoken-word takes elements of page poetry, theater, oratory, stand-up comedy, preaching and other vocal forms and mashes them up into something new and incredibly engaging. No, the focus isn’t always on the “pure” lyric, and while some might say that this fact dilutes the art, I’d argue the exact opposite. I think that poets’ balancing form, content and delivery is making poetry more relevant, exciting and meaningful. Language does, after all, exist as the written word and as the spoken/heard word; spoken-word poetry gets to explore places that page poetry cannot go. I’m not saying that one is better or worse than the other; they’re just different, and this should be celebrated.
SPOKEN-WORD IS JUST HIP HOP WITHOUT THE BEATS.
I’ve heard this from both academics who hate hip hop and want to associate spoken-word with what they consider violent, sexist doggerel, and from hip hop artists who think that spoken-word poets are just rappers who can’t stay on beat. Both are way off.
I’ve heard this from both academics who hate hip hop and want to associate spoken-word with what they consider violent, sexist doggerel, and from hip hop artists who think that spoken-word poets are just rappers who can’t stay on beat. Both are way off.
As someone who is both a rapper and a spoken-word poet, I can say that the two share some elements but are fundamentally different. At slams and open mics these days, you rarely hear rhyming poetry; you’ll hear free verse, theater-style monologues, persona pieces and much more, and rhymes are there but are generally in the minority. Poets who try to rap generally aren’t very good, and rappers who try to compete in slams rarely do well. If anything, I’d like to see more cross-over and cooperation between the two communities. I think they could learn a lot from each other.
POETRY SLAMS ARE TOO COMPETITIVE AND VALUE FLASH OVER SUBSTANCE AND/OR QUALITY WRITING.
Again, there is some truth in this statement, but it ignores the wider context. Slams (which are, for those who don’t know, competitions in which performing poets are given scores from a panel of judges) are imperfect things, but they’re also a means to a very important end. The idea behind slam has nothing to do with poets’ stroking their egos; it’s a way to build the community—to get poets writing, to get people to come watch them perform and to make spoken-word events more exciting and audience-oriented. Slams are responsible for getting people, especially young people, excited about poetry again, and the value of this cannot be overstated.
Again, there is some truth in this statement, but it ignores the wider context. Slams (which are, for those who don’t know, competitions in which performing poets are given scores from a panel of judges) are imperfect things, but they’re also a means to a very important end. The idea behind slam has nothing to do with poets’ stroking their egos; it’s a way to build the community—to get poets writing, to get people to come watch them perform and to make spoken-word events more exciting and audience-oriented. Slams are responsible for getting people, especially young people, excited about poetry again, and the value of this cannot be overstated.
Yes, sometimes the best poets don’t win. Sometimes a really loud, flashy piece will beat an exceptionally thoughtful, well-written piece. But slam is about democracy. As a poet, you have to be able to connect to your audience, even if that audience is in a dive-bar somewhere, only half-listening. The best slam poets are able to strike that balance between content, form and delivery, to write something beautiful and meaningful and perform it in a way that grabs people and gets a point across perfectly. It’s a great challenge, and in my opinion, very healthy for poetry.
SPOKEN-WORD IS JUST A FAD, OR AT BEST A NICHE ART FORM THAT WILL NEVER CATCH ON WITH THE WIDER POPULATION.
First of all, let’s not forget that spoken-word is as old as language itself. In some form or another, it’s always been with us and will always be with us. I’ve been talking about a specific manifestation of it (the post-Beat, late-20th century slam and spoken-word cultures), but it’s a form with enough flexibility and power to never truly disappear.
First of all, let’s not forget that spoken-word is as old as language itself. In some form or another, it’s always been with us and will always be with us. I’ve been talking about a specific manifestation of it (the post-Beat, late-20th century slam and spoken-word cultures), but it’s a form with enough flexibility and power to never truly disappear.
And as someone who has been to three National Poetry Slams, performed countless times all over the country and run a million writing and performance workshops for youth, I can say with certainty that even this specific manifestation of spoken-word isn’t going anywhere. It’s only going to get more popular.
Nationally, the spoken-word community is big, diverse, supportive, talented and ready for the next big stage. High schools all over the country have spoken-word clubs. Universities are starting to teach spoken-word as a legitimate literary form. Slams and open mics are popping up not only in the usual places like New York, Chicago and San Francisco, but in small towns across America and beyond.
People who disparage spoken-word or slam should attend the Quest for the Voice youth slams that happen every year through the Minnesota Spoken Word Association (this year’s finals are on April 9 at the Ritz Theater). They should see the Brave New Voices national youth slam, and feel the positivity and overwhelming sense of community in that space. They should talk to the countless adult poets who aren’t obsessed with scoring points in slams and simply appreciate having a platform on which they can share pieces of themselves. They should talk to the students I’ve worked with who have performance poetry to thank for being able to overcome social anxiety and low self-esteem, or the students who have used performance poetry as their gateway to discovering page poetry, or social justice activism, or whatever their true passion might be.
I don’t want to come off as overly defensive though. Of course, some people just don’t like listening to someone else performing poetry. There’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t go to death metal concerts. But I recognize that I avoid death metal because it doesn’t appeal to my personal sonic tastes, not because I think it’s full of blood-drinking Satanists. We should like or dislike things for the right reasons, and I have no problem with people criticizing spoken-word; I just wish they’d be more informed when they do it.
Because as a community, we do have a lot to work on. I want to see more women and people of color on Twin Cities spoken-word stages this year. I want to see more cooperation between the various spoken-word entities in town. I want to hear poems that are not just well-written and powerfully-performed, but challenging too. I want to see our audiences get bigger, more diverse and more rowdy. All the pieces are in place; it’s just going to take some elbow grease.
More than anything, though, it’s going to take people who aren’t already involved to dive in. As poets, as audience members, as journalists—we need these new faces to make the scene their own. So to the theater kids, the hip hop heads, the closet poets, the storytellers, the professors, the high school students and anyone who understands the importance of engaging, dynamic, fun art: come to a slam, read at an open mic, check out www.minnesotamicrophone.com. The odds are good that you’ll find something you like.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
#WarOfWords - Passion by Alexandra Zion
Another babe in the house,
Seems the ladies are ready to give the guys a run for their money.
Passion, hmm, where do I start from?
Passion is like sweet rum.
Passion is like the sweet melody of a drum.
Passion breeds inspiration.
Passion breaks through limitation.
Passion creates history.
Passion is poetry.
I was born innocent,
And I sat peacefully as one,
When SUDDENLY,like a rushing WIND,
You came to me from afar off.
You saw to it that I fell in love with you!
You strengthened my muscles,
And put on my armour,
Encouraging me to wrestle with mine enemies.
Oh Literature!
You are my passion.
Years have gone by,
Years are still counting,
Yet I grow deeper in thy bosom!
Oh my paradise of happiness,
Breakage to my walls of gloom,
Source of joyful rivulets from my human lake.
Ubuntu became history,
When I expressed my passion for poetry.
I was likened to a lunatic,
By same friends who eased my panic.
One night,
As the moon danced in the sky,
I reviewed my love,
And questioned my life's decisions,
But it became more wood to the fire in me.
It made me stronger,
Because you came like thunder,
Provoking my sweet laughter.
I brace up to see beyond the lines,
And rise above their guns of whines,
To make those waiting headlines.
The Creator believes in my authenticity,
Of what use is my abode in mediocrity?
Life!
A competition in itself,
But here is a prevailing warrior.
Like the sun I'm shining,
For the top I'm reaching,
Alive comes my moxie,
For I'm in this war to win!!!
#Ubuntu(a word used in the poem) is South African for "humanity to others"
And I sat peacefully as one,
When SUDDENLY,like a rushing WIND,
You came to me from afar off.
You saw to it that I fell in love with you!
You strengthened my muscles,
And put on my armour,
Encouraging me to wrestle with mine enemies.
Oh Literature!
You are my passion.
Years have gone by,
Years are still counting,
Yet I grow deeper in thy bosom!
Oh my paradise of happiness,
Breakage to my walls of gloom,
Source of joyful rivulets from my human lake.
Ubuntu became history,
When I expressed my passion for poetry.
I was likened to a lunatic,
By same friends who eased my panic.
One night,
As the moon danced in the sky,
I reviewed my love,
And questioned my life's decisions,
But it became more wood to the fire in me.
It made me stronger,
Because you came like thunder,
Provoking my sweet laughter.
I brace up to see beyond the lines,
And rise above their guns of whines,
To make those waiting headlines.
The Creator believes in my authenticity,
Of what use is my abode in mediocrity?
Life!
A competition in itself,
But here is a prevailing warrior.
Like the sun I'm shining,
For the top I'm reaching,
Alive comes my moxie,
For I'm in this war to win!!!
#Ubuntu(a word used in the poem) is South African for "humanity to others"
Watch the video via this link
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Video submission for War of Words (Slam Poetry Competition) extended by 3 days.
Due to
1. The young lady calling and crying on phone that she was unable to upload her video due to poor internet network.
2. The guy threatening to kidnap our laptops if we close shop before he puts in his entry.
3. The 2nd chance given to a disqualified entry.
4. The original poetry piece been expected from oga at the top.
We are extending the deadline for the video submission for War of Words (Slam Poetry Competition) by 3 days.
For details of video submission go to this link
http://wordup411.blogspot.com/2013/05/video-entries-for-war-of-words-is-now-on.html
Deadline date is now midnight June 17, 2013.
The competition proper comes up on Sunday, June 30, 2013 from 3pm.
The Venue will be communicated after the expiration of the video entry deadline.
The 15 poets to compete live on stage at War Of Words will be announced on or before June 22, 2013.
Stay tuned for more details.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
#WarOfWords - EXTRATERRESTRIAL by Seye La Poet
Imagine,
this guy man says he will win even if I be PDP.
Emi?
PDP?
Olorun maje...!!!
If I catch you eh............
Ok, ba yawa
I will wait for you.
Shebi you don make mouth finish.
You forget na me go be judge, jury, prosecutor, and executioner for that day.
Walahi if you no win eh.........anyways,
daz all......!!!
#WarOfWords - EXTRATERRESTRIAL by Seye La Poet
Some win some
Some loose some
But, I win all
Infact! that's my objective in every war
So, War Of Words cannot be an exception
And to all my competitors...please, wait at the reception
You see I know success like the very hair on my chest
Even the best of the best say I'm the best
So, whilst so are worked up on how to win
I'm relaxed sipping metaphors and punch lines like a cup of tea
Make no mistake
I'm in this to win
Even if Olulu and his team are members of PDP
Make no mistake
I'm in this to win
I'm extraterrestrial
Not a human being
Watch the video via this link
#WarOfWords - EXTRATERRESTRIAL by Seye La Poet
http://youtu.be/lYf-iPC8VTI
http://youtu.be/lYf-iPC8VTI
#WarOfWords - Life by El-Karis Kbeat Ipinmoroti
Life
wife
strife
Strive
Hive
Five
Surive
Well, just trying my rhyming skills,
but its not about me,
its about El-Karis
as he tells us his view on life.
#WarOfWords - Life by El-Karis Kbeat Ipinmoroti
LIFE- can anyone define it
we know not what its all about we only know who designed it
the quest to know the answer is the reason am writting
so many findings has been done ultimatesearch couldnt find it
ya.now to the issue of the day
why are we born if we are still going to die anyway?
why do we smile if we are still going to cry anyway?
and why do we cry if we are still going to smile anyways?
i guess life should be called a two way traffic
cos u either sell or u buy
u either smile or u cry
u say the truth or u lie
u either live or u die.
now some people are born poor for no fault of theirs
nobody sends them and no one really cares
while others are born into fortune and inherited shares
IS THIS FAIR
they say the only place to find ultimate peace is in the grave
its applicable to everyone,rich or poor it remains desame
human wants are unlimited,one goes another comes in
demn,another comes in.
atimes i wonder why we worry about things we cant change
everything happens for a reason,good or bad
and that we cant change
Watch the video via this link
#WAROFWORDS- life by El-karis kbeat Ipinmoroti
http://youtu.be/ccvjovEUk6A
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
#WarOfWords - The Race by Osowe Olugbenga
The world is a hard place
and many people are running a rat race.
Most of them leave the world with no trace
cos nothing stands to remind us of their place.
Before I start my own poem about the race,
sharply comot your face,
and run go read the poem below titled the race,
might be a guideline on how to enter the place.
When I say enter the place,
I no mean like TuFace!!!!!
#WarOfWords - The Race by Osowe Olugbenga
This life is a race like the Grand Prix
And I have got my winning Formula
1, I stand strong and keep my focus,
Ignoring all the hordes of distractions and their hocus-pocus
Keeping my concentration on the winner’s medal as my sole attraction
Even as I put on the garment of persistence
No matter the barriers and resistance
Enduring the pain,
Knowing that my efforts would not be in vain,
When the trophy becomes my gain,
Bringing me fame at the end of this game
And then the whole world would hear my name
2, I tackle this race like a battle,
My resolve to win none can rattle,
God’s promise to me surer than the words any oracle’s
That’s why I step into the fray to face all obstacles,
Facing challenges, daring to do the impossible
Standing, I arm myself with the ultimate weapon- my words,
Speaking victory and mysteries,
Casting aside the elements of fear, doubts and miseries
I arm myself with the words that bring life,
So death cannot thrive,
My words bring me victory and light
So failure and darkness, take flight
3, I face this race of life like a football game,
Where I; am on God’s team, my victory – guaranteed,
Though challenges may come like an opponent with great skills and fancy dribbles,
I’ve only got eyes on the goal post, not on life’s foibles,
I set my targets, ready, aim and I shoot,
For the thrill of goals scored, the joy of success
Will kill all memories of the stress and distress
So now I apply my heart knowledge, just like a student of calculus
Differentiating my strengths from my weaknesses, but this is no talk about dy/dx
Rather I seek to know the why, the what, the who, the when and the how
To overcome my weaknesses, and then
I integrate my skills and opportunities
Making them of benefit to mankind and to God who
Daily loads me with benefits
So I stand and say this
That though the task before me be daunting,
And the crowd of doubters, increasing
I am in this battle of life to win it
Even when I take steps, that seem limiting,
And life’s troubles come at me in their legions
I will be the champion, for I am in it to win it
Come rain, come shine, come cold, come heat,
I’d never quit but stand strong, holding my head up
The victor at the end of it all!
Watch the video via this link
http://youtu.be/mEASCgWqqCk
Saturday, June 8, 2013
#WarOfWords- The Isolated Mind by Uzbek
Someone once said, "words are the tools that separate us from fools."
Words are really tools,
even though poets are not the tool makers,
but poets are tool users,
and our tools have got skill, style and staying power.
The isolated mind by Uzbek is the 6th entry so far, and men,
I feel this guy no be small.
Hmmm, the power of words,
so powerful, it cuts deeper than a sword.
Uzbek
I've been dwelling on the wagon
often intoxicated by red rum spelt backwards (red rum spelt backwards=murder)
See, he was a son of the gun,
so it shouldn't be surprising if you heard he was always on the run
trying to beat the lightening & bolt cos they say life is a race
all for the desire to reach for his amazing grace.
Sometimes, a brother's ego could be his downfall
this continues to question, what do i write for?
is it for the truth, the cause or the pride? for within the pride lies the prejudice
Like am the jury, am i to prejudge this????
When the truth is handled like a knife; i guess it's not hard to stab with it
i even play poker-faced to pretend it's not happening to me
Because my whole life is like a complex sentence, it gives you labial factor
so it's hard to pronounce my innocence; for it clutches down my vocal cord.
now am here spitting fire,
trying to move while laying on the floor, you can say i drag-on.
Like Daniel, trapped in the Lion's den.
Calling for rescue mission; this is not my residence.
and if That stitch in time doesn't save nine, i wonder what happens when it gets to ten.
***imbibing scriptures and epistles of saints in similar situations***
***many got saved by the gospel, that's the manifestation***
i tried to get on the train but it suddenly got derailed
if Jacob could wrestle with an angel to stake his claim;
then i must be so lame not to have done the same.
Life wrote me a song, with the tune embedded in my head
the fainted rhythm I project the fainted rhythm on every edge.
As I lurk deeper, it gets boring.
Wait a minute....
must i take my food to the roof top because i'm fed up?
wow! that's a question for ages!
on another train of thoughts, i keep crying like a baby.
many a times, i fell victim to my own stubborn erection
guess i will just allow this gift of words pave me a lucid direction.
such is life, the race , you sprint
losing no connection with the track till my heels get weary
should that be scary?
Because i'm in it to win it.
Watch the video via this link
#WarOfWords- The Isolated Mind by Uzbek
http://youtu.be/iRJuCcsZqJw
For details on how to enter for War Of Word the slam competition
go to this link
War Of Words - Slam Poetry Competition
http://wordup411.blogspot.com/2013/05/video-entries-for-war-of-words-is-now-on.html
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
#WarOfWords - Peace be Steel by Emeka Otoba
I know this guy to be quiet and shy, but the concept of this video means he has got some creative juice in him that is yet to be fully tapped, (well no special effects, its just simple and different from all the others).
Thus, I present the latest video submission for the War Of Word (Slam Poetry Competition), Peace be steel.
Hmm, peace be steel, peace be steal, peace be still,....this is just me playing with words.
So as per my opinion, well, me likey likey :)
#WarOfWords - Peace be Steel
Let's burn this place to the ground
The city of kings, thriving and living in sin, let's
Take this wheel, and make mincemeat of this free will
And hope this plea for peace takes in
And births a war and strife within
Our hearts and since we plead for things that eventually will
Kill the peace within
I see we'll be
Dead men before our dreams begin
Let's fight this war to the last
Before the descent of a city made in the clouds
We've heard the voices of a newborn cry
But liked the sound of our patriots die, let's
Let heroes lead and cowards flee, let guns and steel
Bring victory and children sleep in harmony, let's
Be all that we, can ever be
For the darkness flees and dawn begins
And nothing soothes like the morning breeze
In a land of peace, from the war of kings
So to him who leads, I leave this will
Take this steel and bring us peace!
by
Emeka Otoba
Watch the Video here
http://youtu.be/1839tIPGmA8
Saturday, June 1, 2013
#WarOfWords - When people speak by Dare Dan
This is another entry for WAR OF WORDS (Slam Poetry Competition)
Have you noticed?
When people speak
it is like democracy
like the 300 Spartan soldiers against the Persians
like Nigeria government stepping down on oil subsidy
it is like Abraham Lincoln's bill on black Americans
like Mandella's fight during the apartheid
when people speak, it is like peace
it is like sky scrapping
like Martin Luther King on 'I have a dream'
it is like a pave to the gates of righteousness
like Chinue Achebe on 'There Was A Country'
like Communism, Marxism, like a Gospel
when people speak, it is like a win
like healing, like freedom from shackles
it is like a beauty
like the comeback of odysseus in odyssey
it is like the parting of the red sea
and the rising of the sun at dawn
when people speak,
it is like a child getting what he wants
like a story...No not just a story but like a history ending in comedy
like a facelift to the downtrodden
like Anikulapo Kuti in Kalakuta shrine
is like having death in your pouch
like a rapture, like an end to a torture
when people speak,
it is like smoothness on a 4 wheel
like painless piercing on a skin
it is like a course on the route of love
like water filling spaces
and movement in one direction
it is like God on the podium
like Churchill on 'finest hour' over the Nazis
like a war of words on the stage of 'word up'
like a baby saying 'mama' for the first time
like a dumb gaining a voice
when people speak,
it is like Mohammed Ali in the ring
like Tiger woods' addressing a ball on a tee
Micheal Jordan on a dunk
and the Williams sisters on tennis
it is being in this world to win.
Watch the video here
War Of Words Video entry by Dare Dan
http://youtu.be/k9uTzyDpEJ0
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