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Egg on our faces
How do we know the rotten eggs
When there are no water or bowls
To submerge them; for bad to float
How do we know the rotten eggs
When the hen, church and bows
Can’t identify its arrows, eggs and saints.
Hence soon as they win an election
Woefully, they throw eggs on our faces
Cementing it with the dust and flours
Hoarding us from our expectations
While they mess up our senses…
To embezzle our heaps to the floor.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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African Tamarind
When I look into what everyone sees
I see a city, they call an ever green
A city that was built by Robin Hood
Stealing and giving to a yellow wood
Hiding the existence of an African plum
Telling me my soil breeds only worms
Cursing Nature by playing the master
Who cracked shells for seeds to foster
Sprouting out seeds called my brothers
Related by blood but not by sisters
Rome wasn’t built in a day, please save
The story hey you diaspora modern slaves
Until you deep your feet in your own shoe
You will not realize who is really fooled
Even Apples fall not far from its trees
As a citizen, you are liberal but far from free…
The second largest continent yet an ant
In the sight of others who aren’t stagnant
Even Angels can’t keep loving a child
Who sour the sweetness deep inside…
Each time I see a tamarind plum
I always critic the African poems
Not as a racist but deep in here
I speak in pains, hoping we hear clear.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Tragedy of an innovative mind
Stitches widen, as the Sun intensified
Waning in stamina, waxing in greed
Tired of stagnancy reasons he switched
Defecting to wrong in the hands of law
Caught on first day of such indulgence
The colleagues he left for good called
Notifying him in jail of their breakthrough.
Don’t judge a criminal until you are driven
Or a man of valor and great potentials
Doing good things in wide ranges
Pouring out sweat on rock of ages
Expecting golds but getting nothing;
You will relate to his call for change
If you give it all but had zero reward.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Cosmic Dust
Big dreams are power,
With such a great wealth
That surrounds the heart,
With a cosmic dust.
Seen as out of space,
Though without regret
For allergies fade,
Beside such a faith…
People may tag it;
“A mental disorder”
Many describe it
As delusion of grandeur”.
Note; brain cells are like
The nuts and the screws
Functioning in trends
To the tune of dreams…
Walk bold in tunnels,
Yield not to panic
“No light at the end…
Megalomaniac..”
Pay deaf ear to such
But keep moving on
Until the unit dust
Condenses to planet…
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
