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Politics: Copycatting wrongly

Bad is never good until worst happens
We giraffe the leaders of the free world
Whose envisages were made to happen
By choosing humanity over swords.

We have failed to make our system rock
Yet, when we hear of a new discovery
We emulate it but it never works
It seems bad is where we derive glory.

The strength of our weakness lingers long
Abusing privileges on the table
Defining quintessence as being wrong
Bailing evil and misusing gavels.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: Let’s face the fact

The origin of inhumanity
And its verified etymology
Is a distraction and contradiction
To the essence of true democracy….
…Hey!!! Enough of those jaw breaking grammars.

Just like the case, of an ugly monkey
And as a mother always love her kids,
I am so compelled to love my Nation
Yet she keeps splashing raw eggs on my face
Saying; “you can’t do more than died rats”.

Each time she does that, a rebel is born
Bad is never good till the worst happens
Of course, Rome wasn’t built in a day, but
The envisaged came from the same kitchen
That shortchanged silver spoons without a spoon.

Fear the men of oaths than those holding guns
They are the sheep outside, but wolves within
Playing, “the more you look, the less you see”
It seems that politics is never clean
More growth, the deeper the sink in the sea.

Ask no questions of egg and the chicken
When both bold and shy crates are empty
And plates have never been graced by proteins;
Politicians meant to serve the people
And not for their self enriching pockets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Quintessences of love

Are you a deserted island or blue and soaked in tears?
I know of a drug that truly heals the disease soul

Dry bones propels around it even after it being broken
Choked thorax breaths healthily even after it was soldered

It resides by the corner where condemn irons bleed rust
It makes valuable from the core of the iron’s smelted ore

It clears the air, proving there is a soulmate for everyone
It is crazy, it is foolish and worth it when found

For in the furnace of the heart, it is quintessence
And although it makes no sense, it is best explained by itself.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Approached

Love finds a way like water
The right recipe matters
From a pot to make a dish
Meant to sustain and nourish.

Why is it that when man desire
To possess the burning fire,
He rushes where Angels fail to thread
For love, he goes off the deep end.

Until she fall under his belt,
He always seem to fidget
Most times his liver falters
And the right words fail to utter.

At the other side of the net,
Even with bee in her bonnet
The lady would be a cold fish
And dark horse, in face of her wish.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unpack no lies from trolls

To your actions, you are the
Chief cook and bottle washer
Say not, “they said you’re mad”
To the throne, if not first hand
Unpack no lies and rumours
When you know they are lemons
Remember that the stacked cards
Depend on themselves to stand
Just like driving on a road
Your actions may bay for blood
Say not, “they said you’re mad”
To the throne, if not first hand.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Pack of false

Even as camera’s roll ,
I bother not when they troll

For wonders last but nine days
And soon they become dead clays

But amongst all, I baffle
At the words, I made in full

Getting changed by reporters
Like the old Chinese whisper.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Morbid and Moribund

I trusted the horse’s heel and dog’s tooth
To me, it was love that conquers all
Well, I have loved and I have lost
It is better than not to love.

I learnt cats in gloves catches no mice
So to cupid, I gave my heart
Which in turn, changed into a world
Round in circles it rotates me…

My light purse made a heavy heart
But I found solace in my tears
Only for wounds to resurface
It is better than not to love.

Just when I was swept off my feet
There came poverty in the door
Then the love flew out the window
And so I am, all moribund.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Discovery at Adulthood

We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.

I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.

I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.

My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My first two heartbreaks

My first heartbreak came from my father
Who made me wear my bib and tucker
After promising to take me to the end
Only to dodge and drive me round the bend..

My second heartbreak came from my mother
Pressing my wounds with boiling water
I was broken underneath her armpits
I thought she promised not to press it.

But these heartbreaks prepared me for the world
It opened my eyes to see beguiling odds
And how they cloud the gullible brain
Hence, I trust not all calling me sweet names.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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