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The politicians

There is a deep dark hole
That swallows shrinking souls

This dark hole is manmade
And the arts never fades.

Wish truth could be embroiled
And service be recoiled

So promises could come true
For the sky to stay blue.

But dead are the chariots
And Angels before us.

The champagne births an ace
Even with a smooth face

But long legs always win
And many are turned in

Enjoying pool of blood
Slitting throats with sharp swords

Sharing sweats, drinking tea
Blind indeed is justice.

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

Team humanity

We are on a field playing as a team called humanity.
Each one of us makes up the chain linking our communities.

Though the field is vain, the dust always change down generations.
But the progress we make thus far is not a pride to mention.

We seem not to flow, our teamwork is low, we have never grown.
Yet each of us point fingers as if we are all alone.

As the day dawns and the sun set we fall deeper in the hole.
If we fix our mind we will break limits and double our goals.

The greed in us makes us keep our lanterns from oil,
In total darkness we pollute our soil and make life to boil…

If only we knew the heights we shall climb with selflessness
Perhaps we would embrace kindness and endless goodness.

To get this new norm we should apply love with full empathy
Raising the standards redefining breathe and humanity

Creating chances that ignites the mind from limitations…
For we are all one and the same, and not a competition.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The troll

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
I hate baked bread with flour of lies,
Deceitful yeast doubling the size.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
And even when I mean no harm
Spilling the milk is who I am.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
With no reservations or shame
I speak like the truth calls my name.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
At times I wish I could be remade
But I keep painting spade as spade.

My point of view is always strange
Like I leave in mountains or caves
Throw stones at me, call me a troll
Through me the truth, will always roll.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: The Frontliners

We all ought to copy a good example
From the selfless services that never prattles
When stuttering riffles, rapidly rattles
Taking shots for humanity in battles
That comes in various forms like balls in skittles
Knocking down breadwinners leaving no bottles
But just sour bitter tears in a teakettle.

Through dottles the Nation swallows her spittle
The devastation can never be bottled
But their offices are replaced while they whittle
Into narrow coffins holding their mettle
Most times their homes become a tent dismantled
But couldn’t they have left behind a castle ?
Sacrifices like theirs are far from a guttle.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

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

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

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

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

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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