Below is one of the contest entries.
FAMINE IN PLACE OF BREAD Beautiful crystal Soaked in worn wheels How is it your land smiles? No more than long gone Hiroshima Your name still lingers at the tip of your lip It gazes back into a magician’s top hat Nothing seems ready for departure Hungry landmines feast from naked carcass Exhaling black soot from iron lungs Let us all fall into the sky together Before we bury our now sacred soul Our words mean nothing Only blank noise. SCARS OF HOLOCAUST She weeps Poor jungo Her family ash can’t be separated From charred wood and baked brick Soot blackened windshields Pride themselves sole survivors Don’t mind that one armed limping beneficiary... He left on his own free will "Come and join us for dinner Not to worry I’d carve out plates from fallen bobcats Look how clean we are We bath and drink from that standing fountain What has little Gregory revealed? Mother its easier removing soot from outside our skin What would happen to our inside?
— Chinedu Jonathan Ichu
All Poems Submitted to the Contest