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Unpack no lies from trolls

To your actions, you are the
Chief cook and bottle washer
Say not, “they said you’re mad”
To the throne, if not first hand
Unpack no lies and rumours
When you know they are lemons
Remember that the stacked cards
Depend on themselves to stand
Just like driving on a road
Your actions may bay for blood
Say not, “they said you’re mad”
To the throne, if not first hand.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A shot in the dark

I wish I could get to the end of the space
Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face,
Not just the stars and rocks, but to visualize
All the possibilities life can realize…

Maybe I would realize things wide off the mark
And not by blind faith nor whistles in the dark
Aside religions are there aliens up there
Or is it only tailored here on this sphere?

I stay rooted on earth, but I smell a rat
Though imaginary but it is a fact
For answers to be gotten, the end of space
Would have an interpretation of our faith.

But my fate wouldn’t take me to space to smell
The rum, raspberry, gunpowder and steak seared,
Nor unravel the mystery of darkness,
Light’s untold purpose and everything else.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Morbid and Moribund

I trusted the horse’s heel and dog’s tooth
To me, it was love that conquers all
Well, I have loved and I have lost
It is better than not to love.

I learnt cats in gloves catches no mice
So to cupid, I gave my heart
Which in turn, changed into a world
Round in circles it rotates me…

My light purse made a heavy heart
But I found solace in my tears
Only for wounds to resurface
It is better than not to love.

Just when I was swept off my feet
There came poverty in the door
Then the love flew out the window
And so I am, all moribund.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A reason to die

I don’t need to pull triggers
Even when I am a wild tiger
I don’t need to stretch out claws
To prove it’s sharp on the floor

I don’t need no gunpowders
All I need is a homemaker
Just the type that withstand breeze
And advocate for love and peace.

All hairs can not be long and dark
Hence before I make a remark
I love to see and analyze
And not just jump to criticize

I had taken a million punch,
Only to give out flower bunch
I do things as a diplomat,
But for blood till death, I fight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Victims of sexual abuse

All rapist leave a scar
On the flesh like bashed cars
Wide, privacy they fling
Yet, victims often cling
And those who let it out
No justice, bail the cat.

Not all plugs are for sparks
Firing, it leaves a mark
A thick permanent stain
Spreading over the brain,
It is so terrific
Not gender specific.

All rapist leave a mark
In the mind, deep and dark
That still wouldn’t go off
Vigorously when washed
And when peeled around
Regions the scars are found.

Woe betide the loan sharks
And any who would embark
On such trip creating traces
Of pain hanging on faces
And eating deep in souls
Of victims down the road.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Handicapped

From where do problems emerge
Have you had a cut on your flesh
Whether ocean deep or shallow
Have you had pains that you swallowed?

Have you had an uncontrolled tears
Seeing folks suffer when you cheer
And you could relate broken bones
From dwelling in a troubled home

Have you ever felt firsthand pain
Where you hush and couldn’t relay
Suffers and ugly lessons learnt
From ashes and disappointments

Have you been undressed by unrest
Both in sunrise and in sunset
I wish I could lend you my hands
But I am like you, paralyzed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Condolence for injustice

Everyday birth news
That suddenly let loose
Same forms of pain and tears
Experienced all these years…

Wish our generations
Would end the corrosions,
Of crimes and injustices
To lift peace that entices…

And join us together
As parts of each other
Enough of condolences
Begotten from violence.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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