Below is one of the contest entries.
MY WORDS; MY LIFE You may not get this straight, But, it better be voiced before it's late The time is now, yes, this very time I am a player; The podium; my stadium, my voice; the ball of my game My voice, the voice of the poor, fatherless, motherless, homeless The watoto wa mitaani, the sparrows, the kobolo, crying in the wilderness The voice of the disgruntled tax payer, the voice of the generation of tomorrow I play with words. I use words. I can abuse, bemuse, confuse Defuse your attention with my words. By the time I fall into silence Some heads might be filled with violence Because of what I can say; the credence of my words My words; my ammunitions, my head; my arsenal, I could create a pandemonium, more than Rwanda, 94 But, I create an ambience of utopia, the world of paradise My life is suffused with words; If I sleep, I dream words and When am Wet, I dry with words. My words are like fertilizer, Able to cultivate barren hearts into fertile love, My words are life, my words; truth. My words could put together What guns and ammunitions have put asunder. Reunite Benghazi with Tripoli, reconcile Bouake With Abidjan, rejoin North and South Korea. My words could ensure there is only one Sudan, My words have done it before. My words have brought Germany together. Indeed, my words have got power, But do not intend to abuse this power Like Gadafi, Gbagbo Charles Tailor, Mobutu Sese Seko Nkuku Ngbendu Wa Za Banga and the rest. My words; a cry to the master who drinks peace and spit war Some ask, always they ask, for my identity. Today I will tell you. I am the nephew of the son of the man you call Hassan, Yet, I am not an Arabian; neither I'm I an African, American nor Caribbean. I am of my words; My word is truth. Umoja, baakoye, unity, inity; The enemy of apartheid, segregation, division, confusion Go, go, run quickly when you hear my words. La Cote d'Iviore, Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, Run to your President and advise them to use my words, Run to your spouse and tell them to hold onto my words, To your Rev. Father and ask him to use the Bible, Preach you sermon that will guarantee your life death After all "man shall not live by bread alone". Some "brains" tried it, yes, they tried To get behind my words, but behind Lies the endless pit of doom, The pit that will shamefully defame your name: My words are allusions, allusions to Martin Luther king, Nelson Mandela, Kofi Annan, The treaties of Angola, Rwanda, Burundi, Somalia, Tripoli Exponents of my words; peace Al Qaeda, Al Shabaab, Boko Haram, Maghreb and A certain NATO, certainly not the solution. Dear friends, unless we decide to abide in my words, We will always stand Accused, bemused, confused, defused and misused.
— Shadrack Appiah
All Poems Submitted to the Contest