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Lost before kickoff

Like a native frying pan
I am but a naked man,
Ready for life contest
A contest of the swift…

Racing to climb the hill
Hence the mark I kneel
But there come challenges
Change of rules and pages…

“Step forward if you are white”
In spite of the prerequisite
The White forks had all edges
I, Black.. watched my jinx

Each who made it through
Had a lot of gadgets and tools
To take them within seconds
Should the race begin soonest.

With no boost or vantage
I had to begin from my cage
Several miles behind, their traces
Hoping in vain to win the race.

©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

Life of a madman

Those people you see along the street
In drivel, roaming from west to west
Dressed to kill, in the worst of rags
Naked or clothed, holding torn bags.

Those people the Sane prescribe brains
Don’t fail to reason beyond the chains.
The poison that kills the mentally stable
Nourishes and reticulate their cables

Looking at them; I sometimes wish
I was like them, no hook, no fish
But whatever touches their tongue
Is okay, while they sing their song

The rags, garbage is their pleasure
Yet they don’t die of the pressure
The Sane battles, by things they crunch
Life, ought to be no worries as such.

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

Self destruction

Memories will; in due time fade
But not this kind; I am stuck on
A diving bell underneath waters.

Water of tears, ashes and smokes
Giving-up; might just turn out to be,
The best idea, there is to this

Please don’t take it the wrong way;
There is just no other way out
Between the Devil and deep blue Sea

Slitting my throat, is so far from ego
But I have to go now than to pick up
Same shattered pieces by tomorrow.

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

Blessings of Melanin

Why are you sad
Why are you low
When you are blessed
With the gift of life…

The Sun scorch bad
The light shines bright
There are good sides
Tailed to Africa…

Melanin rush
Makes us lovely
Months do pass by
Many pray; night and day

That the Sun shines;
The winter we envy
Tagging the cloud
Thus far, has its curses.

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

A man of unusual decision

Taking direction from his own mould
A man of unusual decision
Encountered reality and fiction;
“Even the prandial can be forbidden
Not every meal is meant to be eaten…
Not all fires need to be extinguish
At times you have to relinquish”
These and many more he murmured.

©2018 http://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

Masochistic World

Back on the bed
Job on the hand..!
Get it all peel
For an offer;
If you can pull
I give you a thumb.

These sadists trend
Ungodly trade
Picking up nail
And long hammer
To grab a bull,
By its own horn.

Failure cum pain
Breeds bad results
And evil deed;
All for good end
She bows and bend…

I hope it shall
Condense and rain;
Why take graduates…
Through hell for bread?
Please be reminded;
You shall be judged.

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

Research Gaps

I have seen many books lie
In the shelf, stack up high
Without usage or consultation;
A useless dump of graduation
And for promotion, just publish
Or be left to rot and perish.

There are lots of researchers
But challenges prefer preachers
To build up faith, forsaking land;
When we have hammers in our hand
Before we kick-buckets and resign
To rebuild earth with great design.

Reinventing wheels is silly
Solution will come in a jiffy
If the fences of universities
Are taken away, and if lecturers
And researchers, aim for advancements
With an open door to their students.

I speak of the youth and mentors
Because while these growing tutors
Have picked up, mentoring careers
It is these students who will,
To the advancement columns fill
Growth and development, high as hill.

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