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President DT

In we God trust
But what a rust

To uncoat rods
Painting the winds.

Earth has issues
Clearly seen through

But why send troops
To outer space

When inner peace
Is not in yours…

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Community Leader

Sitting beside a burning fire
I feel the heat of my desire
But my judgment is clouded
By an all or nothing ill demand.

People throw stones from glass house
Accusing me for sheltering a mouse
Making me wonder if I sold time
Will we be after money and prime?

This hot seat has made me to realize
That by default we all have vice,
Though a prostitute may not be discreet
But the pope has his own secret.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Slice me if I become a piggy politician

There were once clans of great people
Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs
All across the River of Niger and Benue
Until amalgamation came to hide the thrones.

Colonial masters united her yet in disunity
Because there is strength in diversity
But people forgot her ethics and divinity
Picking up new fights for Islam and Christianity.

It then seems as if freedom was a mirage
When toy soldiers stepped up with childish mentality
Egocentricity, leading her to war without amenities
Reading the unpublished script of independence

Many innocent flesh fell under the bullets
Indeed the British joined bad to evil outlets
It was in June twelve, nineteen ninety three
Men turned gods and destroyed history…

Democracy they say but the military act
Under the control of pigs called politicians,
Let’s not forget the oil money boom
And how they looted and shipped wealth abroad,

Nigeria was just an innocent sweet girl
Until these bastards raped her so bad,
Now she is lost in a shadow of herself,
I pray she revives and become great again

Until then, should I become a politician
And follow the same evil footsteps of pigs
Call in the butcher to slice my meat
And please when you order do not pay for it.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Worldline

Plastics are made from oil
Underneath the surface soil

Hot balloons are filled with air
Same air makes the fire flare.

Cruel we may title deathwards
Yet we no not what is beyond

Obviously we critic perfection,
Probably to gain an attention

Whereas we are not makers
But inhabitant and users.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Societal Contrast

In my society cats kill their kittens
Albinos and the disabled are chidden
While the truth about leadership is hidden.

The certainty for the future is unwritten
And not until good riddance slide in,
My best food will always be forbidden.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Humbug

I have got problems
With the law makers,
They are rusted nails
Screaming, yeas and nays

Passing false notions
To a large Nation
And apportioning
Impoverishment

Playing a child’s play
With the golden maze
Dishing inheritance
From a pint off chance

Publicizing weatherman
But sharing a drop of rain
For two hundred million
To contest and die for.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Psychopathic humanity

Succession of life
Is so impeded
By dampen ideas
And revolves by trends.

While you earn a lot
Of billion dollars
The rest of the world
Are dying of hunger.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Three way junction

I woke up into an age called today
To see life recolored in dark grey
With ministers, prophets and reverends
Hiding skeletons in their cupboards.

Walking along the short road of life
I see hands with blood stained knifes
Dripping and calling for a fetish backup;
By the faces of the cream cleaned up.

So if the rich tell you their secret
You may wish to remain in the street
Where you sleep with both eyes close
Not frightened by shadows in clothes.

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

Senators

Hey you greedy and silly old bastards
Eating the creamiest of the custards
Soaked in power since the age of hills
Swindling yet claiming to be passing bills
The blood of an entire Nation is in your hands
Keep immortalizing your feet on these sands
Hey you greedy and silly old bastards

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Narcissism

I began to see frost in flames
From frames and portraits of fame..
And the earth began to quake
Opening mouth to have a cake..

Voices scream; oh what an end… !
From the sky feathers shred
Heavens seems to open mouth
All I laboured for then fell out.

Collapsing with the dreams I had,
Then I realized I was bad
Living comfortable in vanity
And narcissm of reality..

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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