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Underdeveloped
To get a cash cow, bend and take a bow
That we did, till now; we have been at a spot
Stagnant like the lakes, our roots seems to shake
New sprouts overtakes, not that we are lost
Neither do we not know which way to go…
But seas fail to flow while dark seems to glow.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Karma’s debt
Back when I had no trace of pubic hairs
I was made to know that karma is fair
But right now it doesn’t seem to care
The evil man lives, the good fix burials
Is it the same outside these green barriers
Future just past and still owes us arrears.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: The emigrates
We are weak at knees but our huts
Are built by hands not plucked off trees
We invest a lot to get no gain
And it seems we are meant for pains,
Hence, we all book an appointment
At embassies, for better breath
Reducing working hands to few
Dragging luggage on a long queue
Waiting for our time, most times by feet
For days, we hiss crossing deserts,
Sore ligaments, many breakdown
Others sex slaved, we kiss and frown…
Yet these greedy green grasshoppers
We voted and call our Nation leaders
Are not perturbed that we flood out
Neither are they concerned we blackout.
Do not fall like the cards in rows
Do not spiral out of control
So keep doing that you are good at
Live to tell the tales, of your kites
I am not Martin Luther King
But, I have a dream and it’s big
That one day there shall be an end
To our foolishness and dying beds
I know we are knotted by tight ties,
And the Devil may cry, but not die
No matter the prayers and ill-words…
But; one good day, he shall be bored
And then our town shall abort all
Evils, and cut off greedy claws
To transform grasshoppers to ants
Building shelters and making plans.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Dying rather than living
I am a fruit of a great giant tree
But dirty political practices
And failed judiciary systems
Plucks me unripened off the stems.
Darkness have eroded me…
Hello; can anyone hear me,
Or see my seeds by the saddle
Stuck in a thick dark shadow
Where the light is far from near…
Here, I am overwhelmed with fear
Fear of an unknown tomorrow
As a result of the greedy blows
From lavish vanishing magicians
All in buckets as strong politicians,
Annoyingly, they are all scums
Abusing offices, stacking large sums
But who would you even blame
When Nigerians are after names;
Am a Lawyer, in an ill judiciary
Well, that’s a topic for another diary
But please hold on, let me flow;
In this terrifying shadow
I hear the police siren
Sincerely, I rather be dying
Than demanding help from them
For they will destroy my gem
Taxing me for mobilizing fees
Stinging me like the honeybees.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Loving our broken world
Some of us are faster
building great walls
Nonetheless we cluster,
making life hard
Some of us are eager
to travel worlds
Xenophobic murders,
they take our head.
Some of us are beggars
in foreign lands
Nothing thus is better
than rural brand.
Some of us are winners,
fame framed on walls
None of which would ever
offer a hand
Some of us live better
in broken worlds
Nothing thus is uglier
than foreign land.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sentimentalism
No man owns the great soil we stand
But our bloods are shed on this land
Skulls we count brings hatred to mind
North, South, East and West pick hand.
The golden ball is on your court
Wonder why it is difficult ?
The tender feelings never die
Nostalgia continues to fly.
Brains build an evil monument
One bad thing about sentiment
Is that she writes an alibi
Defending her all actions and
Those of her tribes, sisters, brothers,
Dad and mum, sons and her daughters
Whether they are guilty or not
Exculpation she drops alot.
We all have narratives to share
But do we have to destroy selves
When an atom of peace and love
Would give unity strengthen globe.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Dead men tell lies on May 29th
29th May hurts….!!!
Of what use are boats
If they can not float
Politicians pie
Countless lies on lies.
Lying through the teeth
Out comes the sworn oath
Last lines they recite
The flags are replaced,
Signs of the new race.
Up goes the bullets,
Twenty one loud shots,
Another man to eat
Another zone defaced
To frustrate the new face.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Eating flesh, gifting bones
It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Disparity
Between parties
Pose such pity
In my city.
Poverty sketch
Hits highest pitch
Those who eat flesh
Gift bones and preach.
It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Many reach heights
To detach sight
From fingers that
Fed them in past
Disregarding
The beginnings
And forgetting
Humble gardens.
Seems the rich aim
At sending rain
To combat strain,
But make more gain;
And, not to sink
They kick, poor pick
Demeaning rocks
Praising rich folks.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Frowns of chicks
In the farm, there are many preys
But we count the number of crates
Bountiful harvest; all we pray
Running fast from all the lichen,
And the butchers in the kitchen
The hatchlings of the fat chicken…
Prays to survive daily movements
Tailored by kettles, pans and pots
The authority is corrupt
Dispensing tears, hardship and fear
To be fair, if you make it here
I bet, you can make it anywhere.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Congratulated
After night, comes dawn
Yes; I lie, I will be fine
Under the footage of grey
And therewith sufferings
Tasted as honey sweetness
In the core of bitterness.
My foot turn cold
Feverish; I shiver
Terrified by the shadows
Crying a river
But something in me says;
Congratulate the moon
The night may be long
But dawn will surely come.
