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Lament of the land

All life long, I search for the principles
Behind massacring and taking life
I search none stop for the rationale
Behind the devastating laws
Economist call; “the laws of demand”.

Those in command demands accolade
Folks skin dry elephants at one end
While fighting for conservation
And bio-diversity preservation
Exclusively and intensively at the other end.

Some store milks for their ancestral lineage
Reaping off funds from a fellow brother
And sharing pints back as community service;
Whereas the purpose of life ought to be prime
Not creating wealth by multiplying poverty, evil and crime..

Laws of land replaced by the laws of demand
Brothers controlling water are hiking price
Sisters in charge of fire does the same
The government tarrif for air is huge
Everyone in charge of sand, double price…

Slavery may be old but never dead
The world was created to roam in freedom
But even in this time, people leave in chains
It may not be the metals you expect
But an unbearable and frustrating life you see..

The economy in Nigeria is worsening
But the fact is, it isn’t Nigeria but Nigerians;
…For the problem of a country is created
Not by a country but its citizens,
Screaming make the world a better place.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Weirdness of the African gods

References must be cited,
My lecturers emphasized.
Be of good behavior
My parents urged I endeavor

Today’s trends in Nigeria
Breeze sickness like malaria
As these politicians are embezzling
The pretty ladies go prostituting,

Fake pastors be casting out demons
As these men spin wheel of quick monies
The country is no doubt
A shadow of its unborn self…

The fortunes that favors the bold here
Are our indigenous identity we fear
As others make it inferior by faking
To be another thing yet utilizing

Our heritage but as the hidden secret
Beyond these laments, my questions are
Will you rather be a virgin that made hell
Or a professional prostitute that made heaven?

If you were the African gods,
Will you rather people come into your shrine for miracles
Or give out charms to an anointed prophet
Who goes performing your miracle in another gods name?

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Pray for Plateau

Pray for Plateau
Pray for the faithfuls departed
In a cold blood.
Rain curses on those evil hands
Of men, cursed is the day they were born…

Pray for Plateau
Pray for those slaughtered
If I was God
Roaringly, I will kill the bastards
On the day before they were born.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

President DT

In we God trust
But what a rust

To uncoat rods
Painting the winds.

Earth has issues
Clearly seen through

But why send troops
To outer space

When inner peace
Is not in yours…

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Community Leader

Sitting beside a burning fire
I feel the heat of my desire
But my judgment is clouded
By an all or nothing ill demand.

People throw stones from glass house
Accusing me for sheltering a mouse
Making me wonder if I sold time
Will we be after money and prime?

This hot seat has made me to realize
That by default we all have vice,
Though a prostitute may not be discreet
But the pope has his own secret.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Slice me if I become a piggy politician

There were once clans of great people
Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs
All across the River of Niger and Benue
Until amalgamation came to hide the thrones.

Colonial masters united her yet in disunity
Because there is strength in diversity
But people forgot her ethics and divinity
Picking up new fights for Islam and Christianity.

It then seems as if freedom was a mirage
When toy soldiers stepped up with childish mentality
Egocentricity, leading her to war without amenities
Reading the unpublished script of independence

Many innocent flesh fell under the bullets
Indeed the British joined bad to evil outlets
It was in June twelve, nineteen ninety three
Men turned gods and destroyed history…

Democracy they say but the military act
Under the control of pigs called politicians,
Let’s not forget the oil money boom
And how they looted and shipped wealth abroad,

Nigeria was just an innocent sweet girl
Until these bastards raped her so bad,
Now she is lost in a shadow of herself,
I pray she revives and become great again

Until then, should I become a politician
And follow the same evil footsteps of pigs
Call in the butcher to slice my meat
And please when you order do not pay for it.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Societal Contrast

In my society cats kill their kittens
Albinos and the disabled are chidden
While the truth about leadership is hidden.

The certainty for the future is unwritten
And not until good riddance slide in,
My best food will always be forbidden.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Humbug

I have got problems
With the law makers,
They are rusted nails
Screaming, yeas and nays

Passing false notions
To a large Nation
And apportioning
Impoverishment

Playing a child’s play
With the golden maze
Dishing inheritance
From a pint off chance

Publicizing weatherman
But sharing a drop of rain
For two hundred million
To contest and die for.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Psychopathic humanity

Succession of life
Is so impeded
By dampen ideas
And revolves by trends.

While you earn a lot
Of billion dollars
The rest of the world
Are dying of hunger.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Three way junction

I woke up into an age called today
To see life recolored in dark grey
With ministers, prophets and reverends
Hiding skeletons in their cupboards.

Walking along the short road of life
I see hands with blood stained knifes
Dripping and calling for a fetish backup;
By the faces of the cream cleaned up.

So if the rich tell you their secret
You may wish to remain in the street
Where you sleep with both eyes close
Not frightened by shadows in clothes.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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