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Goodbye 2020

Like the dogs do howl
Mourning, gazing at the sky
I weep, waiting for a new year
Hoping it ends the fear…
It is not that I am scared
But I am really scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Lungs are gasping,
Caskets were selling,
Antisocial, a new norm
So humanity don’t disappear
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

The untraceable chuckles
From muted giggles
Made goose bumps to find
Its way all over my skin
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

This year has left a mark
Aside being in the dark
Lockdown and deprived.
…Who can boast of not
Being “really” terrified?
Would next year be worst?
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Tears burst through
Like a million worms
Crawling out so fast
Like lightening
From every pores
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Amidst the confusion
Came the massacre
Of underdogs protesting,
Demanding justice
From the fat lying pigs
Who unleashed the dragons
When all they wanted; was,
Injustice to come to an end.

In it, new kids were born
Yet the whirling mischief
From the blind bats and pigs
Threatens to spread forth
As a second wave
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Inside my head plays
So many uplifting songs
Each time the pandemic
Comes as a comical music
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just can’t wait for 12am
To scream: “happy new year!!!

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Over Six Decades (Happy birthday mom)

If you ever think of a mother,
Or you try to visualize one,
Cast your gaze upon my mother.
I don’t know about yours,
but mine is one-off
And the best anyone can ever have.

My soul is full of longing
for the secrets of her care,
and her soft kind heart
even when she portrays fire
and a lioness but like mother hen
that soft heart of hers,
always come forth like the morning dawn…

Her motherly affection always sends
a thrilling pulse through me each time I recall
growing up under her rules, eating her foods…

If not her guidance
perhaps I would have been ruined,

I am so proud to call her my mom.

Happy birthday mom,
may God’s grace, mercy and protection
continue to shower upon you.

I wish you many more years on earth,
with sound health as you reap the reward
of the good seeds you have sowed.

©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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