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Lament of the land

All life long, I search for the principles
Behind massacring and taking life
I search none stop for the rationale
Behind the devastating laws
Economist call; “the laws of demand”.

Those in command demands accolade
Folks skin dry elephants at one end
While fighting for conservation
And bio-diversity preservation
Exclusively and intensively at the other end.

Some store milks for their ancestral lineage
Reaping off funds from a fellow brother
And sharing pints back as community service;
Whereas the purpose of life ought to be prime
Not creating wealth by multiplying poverty, evil and crime..

Laws of land replaced by the laws of demand
Brothers controlling water are hiking price
Sisters in charge of fire does the same
The government tarrif for air is huge
Everyone in charge of sand, double price…

Slavery may be old but never dead
The world was created to roam in freedom
But even in this time, people leave in chains
It may not be the metals you expect
But an unbearable and frustrating life you see..

The economy in Nigeria is worsening
But the fact is, it isn’t Nigeria but Nigerians;
…For the problem of a country is created
Not by a country but its citizens,
Screaming make the world a better place.

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

Weirdness of the African gods

References must be cited,
My lecturers emphasized.
Be of good behavior
My parents urged I endeavor

Today’s trends in Nigeria
Breeze sickness like malaria
As these politicians are embezzling
The pretty ladies go prostituting,

Fake pastors be casting out demons
As these men spin wheel of quick monies
The country is no doubt
A shadow of its unborn self…

The fortunes that favors the bold here
Are our indigenous identity we fear
As others make it inferior by faking
To be another thing yet utilizing

Our heritage but as the hidden secret
Beyond these laments, my questions are
Will you rather be a virgin that made hell
Or a professional prostitute that made heaven?

If you were the African gods,
Will you rather people come into your shrine for miracles
Or give out charms to an anointed prophet
Who goes performing your miracle in another gods name?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Gracefully

Anything is possible if ants build hills
Please always pray for me
In your religion and in your beliefs
Pray for wealth and long life that give a relief
For death still remains the debt we all owe
Though by faith, but no one knows
The means or route answers comes to hand
All we know are factors that makes the ice melt down.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Characters in Era

Every thing has a time in space
Today’s muse may fetch embrace
Tomorrow it may be termed disgrace…
Everyday stars are born, lights unchanged
Glittering from above it grace a stage
Cheered till it turn another lukewarm.

Like it’s said; “players may change
But the game remains the same”
The cycle continues all in time.
People may come as different names
But their era is like running a race
Where every pace has a replaceable face.

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

Super alpha carbon

I am a carbon
Not just a carbon,
But alpha super hunk

Black but hot like magma
No omega, no gamma
Just me, just trust me

I am a carbon
An exclusive version
A complete sweet option

Ain’t other copy
Just me, just trust me
Sodding wow in excellence

In my trash, you find no junk…
Ain’t no other like me
In this entire universe.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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…

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Off the beaten track

Who broke into the stores on the street
If it is not a black man he is bleached
And who pulled the trigger in the club
It must be a black man’s gun or a toy,
Hence he is chained and wasted in bangles
Wandering from breaking news and wounds
Bleeding to the vice of lights that mingle
With complexions attracting word called evil.

Oh yes…! On the outer I am so black
But my soul goes off the beaten track
Throwing love towards the fires of flaw
Waiting patiently to regain the floor,
Not because I am so scared of war
But because the rainbow has all…
Hence I show the world pleasant flavor
And not a storm of an awful odour.

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