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Shoes of mentorship

I have stretched, I have padded shoes I wear
I have lived, in shadows and vestige..

Hey mentor! holes in your orifice
Is magnanimous and bombastic,

Pickle of breathe and kettle of fish
Is not how I have planned to survive.

All your reach in office seems so high,
I can not seem to do half you did.

Look at me, look at you, look at trends
And the ease you apply climbing heights

When am I gonna reach the mountains?
My shoe size is way smaller than yours.

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

True hearted Countryman

Have you noticed
The young Corpers
And how they take pride
In khaki they wear
…So patriotic.

State property
Respected too,
Serving the Nation,
Faithfully obeying
The clarion call.

If we all wear
Nigeria as
They wear the khaki,
Nigeria would be
Our pride indeed.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Dear President B.

From a brooms stick to a bear;
We die, you dine and share
Our heritage, sitting on a chair.

We cry and shrink, yet you jeer
“Boys, take them far from here
Their tears ain’t welcome in here”.

Election comes we turn pair?
Please let me be crystal clear
Ain’t nothing new for ears to hear.

Do your worst make it flare
There ain’t nothing of you I fear..
Revolution, for loins and deer

Worse you can do is mar and tear
And on my scars, you drink a beer
But you ain’t going nowhere…

It may not sound all that fair
But the dirt that roam in the air
Has massed up pains hard to bear.

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

Twenty lines of reality

Where are the Kings
The Queen and Knights
Those who were strong
In histories and songs?

Where are the folks
The richest of works
Creams of societies
In previous centuries?

Are their lineages
Same across all ages?
Time is all I fancy
Because of its legacy.

You may be the king
Or a Queen of the ring
But please remember
We are all; time users.

Every age has a shuffle
Powers will always shift
To death there is no bribery
We are all its rivalry.

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

Unwise war

When a music is heard
Coming from speakers
Devices, or the mouths,
Perception is to dance.

Jiggling asses, and heads
Normal people will dance
But the music we play
Only causes us to fight.

Life is a seating
Examination of breath;
The world isn’t a city
But a small village…

For these, battles fought
For digits of ivories
And these walls we build
Isn’t a win-win war.

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

Bark back

R. I. P to the faithfuls
Ones that died coldblooded
By bombs, swords or guns
Far from the natural flood.

Whose very weaknesses
These killers use as drills;
Are the sins we fight
And the taboos we kill.

It is more sadden
That we do not take
These heavy laden
For bad cakes they bake.

An eye for an eye
They are sole survivals
We chose turning cheeks
To be a soul survival.

A hundred got burnt
And they keep doing more
Slaughtering for God
To our God we mourn…

The dogs that bark loud
Sometimes need a slice
Of a resilient mind
To hush in silence.

The greatest regret
Wouldn’t be bad fate
And the death therein
But sticking to faith

Especially when
At the end, no hell
No heaven, no paradise
We all believe and often tell.

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

Humanity and identity drunk

What is it with humanity
Conflicts and identity?

Sitting on a thin ice
Gazing with a global eye

Talking ill of humanity
Both sane, and insanity.

Different skin turn enemies,
Racism dwells within I and me.

Gazing with a National eye
Every zone has its own sign

Even same colors: not racism
Picks a term: called tribalism.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Building Animosity

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

Red traces of annoyance shows
A rusty face, better hush
Or get puffed..

Temper boils in great degrees.
Acrimony…? – I agree
As it stands.

This hatred has staged a rage
Waging violence burning deep
From within…

And my legs are rocking
Vibrating to destruction
As it stands.

While it burns; resentment
And annoyance are doubling up
My temper.

Now am prone; to ill acts
Words are flying more than the birds
As it stands.

How could you dare to taste
A passion of indignation
I call beef.

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

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

A letter to Green and White

Just like the way birds fly
In the air, with blithe spirits
Brothers please, let’s repose
To impose placidity
And immensity in our cities.

Sisters, let’s kill the fallacious
Attitudes diminishing us
And troubleshoot our challenges
It is like we get intoxicated
To forget; whereas sober we regret

Our actions that never dispatched
Or took out, the problems in hand.
These Nations we run to
For all sort of amenities
Began with a change of mentality.

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

A long night

Greedy bitches
Wicked witches
Mortgaging all
The future sauce
For rotten egg.

When the frogs croak
And the dogs bark
Outside my house
Sleeplessness is
Where I belong.

Worried I am,
Over my barns
Vexing over
Every leader’s
Unending wrong.

Burning my farm
Stealing my ram
Without a fear
That I know where
I do belong.

There acts are seen
In every scene
Leaving the masses
With melting waxes
Of evil dang.

Hence whence they come
For another turn
I make sure that
It thus turns out
Into long night.

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

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