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Nigeria: Thirsty dicey

There was once a girl in paradise
Her future was bright, she ought to rise
Not until a bunch of ruthless swine
Overpowered her, and left her to die…

From withered flowers, gold turned to stone
Heritage of her unborn were sold
The falling raindrops had to do divert
And she metamorphosed into a desert

She had a shallow oasis left
In her lineage until her rebirth
But the swines placed their bail into it
Fetching every drop until there is nothing left

With the rising dehydrated tongues
Insurgencies escalated in turns
Now, her once beautiful paradise
Is on a radial for bombs rolling like dice.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: The prohibited Area

Niger and Benue rivers are flowing
But the tidal waves within are not helping
Reasons uncountable boats are cap-sided
While searching for liberty or daily bread.

Ever since two parallel lines are meeting
Democracy lost it actual meaning
In a once-upon-a-time great kingdom
Where the mighty Eagle once had freedom.

From a distance she stares at the cage
Of which she is locked within to engage
In arguments of distracting topics
While politicians desecrate the pride of the tropics.

In Politics, nothing seems to be working
Aside illegalities and thuggeries
Priding on wings in prohibited areas
They chopped off, acquiring more honoraria

They are the dirt, same-time the broom
Looting and misleading the land to doom
Seemingly, they are keen to uprooted roots
Extinguishing sparks and killing truth…

Definitely, there ought to be a way
Out of this cage, either at night or day
It has never been placing a foot in front
Rather, we who are manned to shoot ourselves on sight.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria at its low

Don’t tell me we are leaders of tomorrow
Whereas we have been compelled to burrow
And wallow in the deep of our shameful sorrow

I am just furious at unrepentant blunders
And the drying river of hope makes me ponder
If tears can be de-escalated to natural order

The unchanging mindset of the masses is a killer
Especially the youths wedging bullets and pulling triggers
For the same old pricks re-elected as leaders

My loathe is against footprints in sands of time
Welded with tribal trolls, and looting dimes
From the mortgaged future of you and I.

I am against shrinkage, positive growth is my stands
But decay and recession has eaten up my land
Yet we fail to comprehend what is at hand

I feel the anthem has skeptical stanzas
If the lyricists of 1978 calls, I may not answer
Get it, I am no rebel, I just need things to get better.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A character in her fantasies

There is a place somewhere I rather be
Not in the paradise of destructive bees
Nor amongst lost souls wiggling in thrills
Until my dust is laid, the place I shall be…

It is like a music note, in clouds it streams
With trillion views of slow traveling beams
Quenching darks shadows outside and within
Entrapped, yet free to possibilities of dreams

An elephant when felt, tasting like nectar, flat like leaf
Yet an invincible spot is where I crave to live
Somewhere outside the corners of common reality
Where eternal bliss is the nitty-gritty

In the expression of thoughts and fantasy
No public display nor dare need of human eyes to see
Me living a life, mediocre or not but in satisfaction
As the main character in my woman’s imagination

In her wildest dreams is where I rather be
At the core of the nectar and honeybees
Affectionately kissing and cuddling her for real
Until my dust is laid, in her fantasies I rather be…

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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