e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Drowning stars

Muds are falling from above,
Its stains are hardly removed
We dwell in an ugly town,
The globe is turned upside down.

Hardship is our preferred chill
Lessons we never learn from peels
We claim sight yet we are blind
Our highest speed, lags behind.

Beneath floating iron rods,
Stars are drowning in the floods
We have recipes but lack the chef;
And our ideas are created for shelf.

Corruption everywhere,
Employment drop every year
Leaders we have are vultures;
Embezzling, all our treasures.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


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