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Onion cause tears

Life is sweet, but grows to become sour
Nothing is synonymous to flowers
Than making it to the topmost tower
There are two ways up there, but avoid fears
One is step by step, the other is fast share
Onion mean well but it could cause some tears.

True character is seen when power,
And money is huge like whales that blower
In cool comfort, the raindrops and showers
Overnight makes all blemishes to clear
But the way to the top has many broken chairs
Onion mean well but it could cause some tears.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Hypocritical

Please give them a job
You say no, taking all
Unemployment rise
Same underemployment

For greener pasture
Even our vulture
Fly off to foreign soils
Moral defendants

I heard the po po
Are after our sons
For the menace they
Commit in successions.

And with a peanut,
Cops shut a mouth
Flashing rubber bands
Laws reclaim a sight…

While we debate on
Who have more funds
They broke more grounds, on
U.S. most wanted list…

The internet scam
We encouraged
We now pretend
Shackling their hands.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Karma’s debt

Back when I had no trace of pubic hairs
I was made to know that karma is fair
But right now it doesn’t seem to care
The evil man lives, the good fix burials
Is it the same outside these green barriers
Future just past and still owes us arrears.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Standing on time bomb

No parachutes, down I fell
Into the hot pit of hell

Roasting up in everyday
On the queue to better days

Sadly, I am the laughing stock
But I do not give a single fuck!

Against all odds, with an aim
To have success, my name to claim

Under lit candles I bent my neck
Hoping the sky will give me a perk

But the blurred dark cloud extended
Turning lionhearted to an hen,

If you were me, what will you do
When legit fails to pay the dues.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Heave in sight

Born as a man and ruled by my own passion
Even when am economical with little details
The entire picture is not permanently awful
Bypass flaws, bring me up in conversations.

Easy on the eyes, but some times I will fail
To do all you want of me, there is no rule
Burning desires remain my only distraction
Either ways, you mustn’t cut off your fluffy tail.

Though I might have taken my eyes off you
Bored to tears ironically by your godly seduction;
Even when we make mistake writing our love tales
The love stays eternally new, am still into you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Base on principles

Hands on deck,
You call me smart; each time, I
Complete a task…
Am not God;
But, I see things possible,
And doable…

Feed your brain
No man comes to earth filled up
Believe me;
Wisdom is
In heads with brains, so give yours
The best shot….

Nothing more
But with patterns and base on
Principles,
You can do
Just anything you wish to do;
Yes you can.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Candles and shelves

For sands of time, I burn candles
Studying to rebuild cradles
For my linage to have a name
So baskets shall always retain
Best of best, in societies
Making money an easy tea.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rising tides

Butchering dreams effortlessly
Hope springs eternally
Tides rise, unscrewing bolts
Yet it lifts all worried boats.

Tomorrow promised big gains
Everyday, I tried again
Give me motivating words
To lift me against all odds.

Seeking for a breakthrough
But it is an impossible pull
Tides rise, unscrewing bolts
Yet it lifts all worried boats.

I still do not know where I stand
Carrying the weight of the world
Give me motivating words
To lift me against all odds.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dirty hustlers

The kitchen is filled up
With all manners of ketchups
Some are new and others old
Some light, others heavy load..

I find it difficult
To act like lawyers in court
Because we all are products
Of what society cooks.

Hard and smart, soft and swift
Streets sank feet; for ends to meet,
With deep cuts, they had no clue
Till system’s persuasion grew.

Fighting temptation was no cure
Embracing lifestyles far from pure
False figures brought sweet rejoice
Paying huge tithes in the church.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My last cure

Dam by my morals
Scared of historic rials
My last cure is called hope
It kept me from suicide notes

I had sprouted huge detest
Fighting life with my breathe
And anything I could throw
So wedges could, let me roll…

You may ask, why am hurt
And why I can’t let it rot
Truth is, hopes have no bends
Am never bored on its bed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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