Below is one of the contest entries.
SONG FROM THE BATTLEFIELD I heard this song in the valley of death Just before I lost my breath: We have come with you to the shores of eternity "Awe, bleoo!" We have brought our tears in baskets to quench your fears on your journey into limbo "Anyemi, bleoo!" Your cock now crows at noon; there is no one to wake and offer grain "Onua, due ne amanehunu". Lend me a basket of sorrows to hold my tears Give be splintered arrows to pierce my fears I have seen the dance of stained arrows Of battered shields and vain-glorious medals I bring mushrooms for the royal widows. Mothers slain at the market of nine moons Warriors fallen at the race of cowardly bullets Wet clouds draped around youthful noons Nights with dripping bloody moons. If I killed the warmongers Who sounded the drums for the dance of death Who drank victory's intoxication from innocent skulls If I killed the generals etched in history who ordered the men to kill and be killed to be forgotten on the day of dark glories If I killed the warriors who killed and were killed I would only foment a greater war So I call this song from the estranged battlefield: Come let us melt our fears in one cauldron To make the poultice to heal our war-torn world Let us sing the universal love song "Peace be still"
— Nana Asaase
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