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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.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Modern Society

Welcome to tomorrow’s
Retrospective island

In the times of sands
Admiration we borrow.

From a pool of portion
Where she is, far and close.

Even in her clothes
And imagination,

She always ring a bell
With her perfection.

Her body configuration
Torments even an angel

She is not just a lady
So, who’s she in question?

She is a dream in motion
Releasing items trendy

Flashy perfect like Deity
Answers to crave and search

Beauty that sexes the flesh
Trend is the modern society.

©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

Skimming corruption

Skimming through the surface of Nigeria
Not sporty nor to evade tax but to clean
An old mess, of mindset and corruption

My quest for revival ought to be in a jiffy
But it has turned into an eccentric donkey
And it seems; the sorbent has turned the spill

Do not ask why, do not question my stops
And why skimming has become a snail pace..
But put it on all individuals of my generation.

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

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?

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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
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