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Corona: Our Inhumanity
Would the sun ever regain her brighten?
Would corona coronation stop being heightened?
Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear
No one wants common cough to come near
Just a mere sneeze yet we run fast for our dear lives
And at times I wish the pandemic truths were all lies…
Ever since we activated social distance, and lockdown mood
Stocking the entire house with stuffs and foods
The chances of death by malnourishment increased
The tiny flowing love in our healths suddenly ceased
Though both the rich and the poor became leveled
The greed and love of money refused to bend a kneel.
Man’s inhumanity to humanity is just beginning
The price of commodities are skyrocketing
All for the sake of the deadly virus combat
Which rumours have it that it came from Chinese’s bats
But that is not the topic I speak of right now
Neither is it the honest reason why I frown
Hold on, why is the mind of mankind filled with dark chars
Gathering wealth in times of war, everyone keeps going far
Obviously, humans and Devils are so much alike
Ever thought; “what if I don’t make it out alive
Would I take these money bags with me to the grave”?
If the answer is no; I see no reason for an inhumane crave.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Corona is karma
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse made reverse flip
She flooded streets, with a reset,
Giving them back all in their bank
Accordingly, appropriately
Cutting sockets, kicking buckets
Lots of bodies, foes and Buddies,
Were stacked like logs, and scared of bugs…
“Dirt kills not an Africa man”
Oh sorry, not those type of men
Who corruption has eaten deep
Beyond depths meant for sinking ship
Now, the center hold not anymore
Beans are empty in cooking pot
And our Hopes are dead in weevils
I heard someone casting Devils
All blames they pushed but he stayed put
In hell, watching landing birds pooh
He had no hand, sins of our land
Exhumed from sands from end to end
Wedges were down and mere touchdown
For personal gain, and golden crowns
Then borders crossed, the virus tossed
Dirt we overpowered, now kills us
We fight world war three, without arms
Which all began from the pigs farm
And self enrich but now they itch
Even as they could turn to fish
With ten fins and bladders to swim
The tears that rain pours out cruel pain
Coming from drugs and outside laws;
Stay far apart; stay sanitized
More than a gun headshot begun
Aiming at rich lessons it teach…
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse, had many flips.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Rare African Ray
Africa has seen
Horrifying moments
Destroy her fragile hearts
We still do…
And we still believe
That a dawn will bring forth
A ray to extinguish
This darkness.
Africans have been
Hoping for the longest
Dared, but it is the least
We can do…
And we still believe
That a ray can direct
All our paths and lead us
To greatness.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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My Bloodlines
To my lovely children;
In your varying veins
The same blood flows deep down
From same ancestral gown
Daddy loves you so much
That he will always blush;
“I have been to lala land”
There are still lots to find.
In the air, build castles
Let wonders guide you through
Into imaginations
And cartoon’s illustrations.
Dance and play; in your cots
Throw blows; but not a lot
When you do, forgive too
The cord shared, is not two
Trust and always believe
Family never leaves…
Please honor your mother;
Do always remember
For you, she went through pains
After nine months you came
Giving her reasons to smile;
Hence, she goes extra mile
To protect and provide
You with a stress free life.
Do not get so annoyed
When we do spare no rod
While growing, when you err
Please gain an old man’s hair
Trust and always believe
Our love will never cease.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The Thirteenth President: Shameful 2020
It was the year two thousand and seven
But back then in time, we saw thirteen years
As a far throw, and couldn’t comprehend his plans
But, as days went by, the Roaster crowed
And today, year Twenty twenty came our way
With no duffle bags and no gathered hay…
Meeting us while we are shadows of ourselves
Dwelling in intense hunger and confusions
Multiplying both poverty and corruption
With an high rate of unemployment,
Moribund heritage and high cyber crime
Oozing strongly from us all the time.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The Thirteenth President: Vision twenty twenty
I witnessed a man of many creeds and zero greed
Who wanted all squirrels to have a nut
A thoroughbred politician but good things last not.
Though, before he sailed away he spoke of
His dream; titled vision twenty twenty
A year when Nigeria shall have plenty.
Reclaiming all her sweet heritages
Turning Niger Delta into heavenly city
And for northeast, mitigate insecurity.
He had a dream to provide uninterrupted supply
Of power and energy, increase employment
And enhance infrastructural development.
These were all on a three point agenda,
Seeming like a hook on repetition
That would take us to redemptions
Just like yesterday, I remember him say;
Economy, economy and economy…
In short, vision twenty, twenty.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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December drivers
We are at the junction
We must apply caution
And not to be mentioned
As another lost soul
Life is not for auction
The brake has a function
There are many drivers
That drove in the summer
Stacking a lot of papers
Just to have a super
And beautiful winter
But bought a silent whisper.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Years of Buharism
Oh Nigeria, my Nigeria
Do we have to be rooted here
Is it bad to have faith in you
When denial is long over due.
We prayed for growth to be better
But tides of grief spread all over
Washing our faiths, replacing hopes
With bullets and some suicide ropes
We prayed for capable leaders
The ones who would be our Messiahs
But we got pins in our buttocks
Hurting much more than we can talk
Dead butterflies in our stomach
Breeds sufferings we used to lack
Our eye sockets are wet and soaked
With force of tears that erupt rocks.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Shredding Shield
I grew up reciting the motto of Nigeria
Unity and faith; peace and progress…
Now unity is threatened by our faiths and believes
While peace and progress have both gone to voicemail.
There was this pleasure I derived from drawing
Our Coat of Arm, encoding natural resources
By shading shield black to symbolize our rich soil
Which ought to be our blessings but now, our greatest curse.
There was this satisfaction I got inhaling fragrances
From the abundant flowers that symbolized our beauty
Damn, we are gorgeous! but those days are gone
Ever since the shield broke and flowers began to wither.
There was this confidence I had while growing up
I felt super secured in the pockets of two wings.
Please did you see the Eagle that stood for our strength?
Not these shredded weak feathers falling off from the top.
There was this pleasure I derived from staring
At our great Coat of Arm, I craved to ride on
The left and right horses that symbolized our
Pride and dignity but now, the craving is in the grave.
I grew up admiring the mark on the shield
Which symbolized two great flowing Rivers
That met at a centre, that once upon a time held
The great and mighty; Nigeria, until things fell apart.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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.
