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Graveyard House

Moments never last long
Foundation dug on a log
Or those on a solid rock
Cracks and dries like a skull.

Death don’t care about odds
It tangs the red cold blood
At an era of mysterious fog
The wind plays an unfriendly song.

No one knows the mystery fog
It seems peaceful, grey and old,
Spirits grabs the chiefly rod
Obviously, death is a rest accord.

The writing on the wall is so clear
Necropolis block is just so strong
Decorated with blood-sucking bugs
White ceilings blood dripping air.

Death is that breath last heard
A serene abode, grey, black and old
It’s a spirits with a thick chiefly rod
Graveyard; a home with lots of bugs.

African child

AFRICAN CHILD BY ONYECHE VINCENT ONYEKACHUKWU


In riches and peaceful paradise
I’m an African child
Born into the harsh weather
I’m an African child
Who must trench further
I’m an African child
Ashamed, not of coal complexion
I’m an African child
The finest creature
I’m an African child
Proud of my culture
I’m an African child
Filled of strength and power
I’m an African child
Far away from defeat
I’m an African child
Whose smile calms the wild beast
I’m an African child
Who aims at an indefinite limit
I’m an African child
So blessed with talents
I’m an African child
Who fights for justice
I’m an African child
Crying loud by casualties
I’m an African child
Whose blood made the soils
I’m an African child
Who never pray for war
I’m an African child
Renamed by slavery
I’m an African child
Vocalizing the one language of love
I’m an African child
Who dances to the true African music
The world shouldn’t be complete
Without the African child.

 

(C) June, 2009
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

 Reblogging African child which was written in June 2009 by Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu– 

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