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Nigeria: We are not leopards

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
School teaches us to compete
But right now, drop the books

The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Drop the competitions
We learnt on chalk and board

It has so misled us
Hence our Nation crumbles
Let us adopt teamwork
For our Nation to grow.

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Our poor mentality
Need a speedy u-turn.

The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Stop the awful mortgage
Of our children’s future.

We are not immortals
Night and dawn affect not
Let us make a good use
Of our enormous wealth.

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Enough of reoccurring
Painful drawbacks we get.

The largest black nation
Should be doing better,
Not locked and caged inside
Our own stupidity.

For just like charity
That does begin at home;
Our Nation’s growth
Depends so much on us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nobody send

Every man
Is for himself..
Just like a shirt,
With tight long sleeve

You try to wear
Or take it out,
Until you learn
Not to expect,

Much from people
And a pie crust
Nothing you will
Get done to dust.

Best helping hand
Is at the end
Of a long sleeves,
Just you to fend.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood will out

Till I broke jaw,
I was wiser
Now am a fool
It feels better.

Absence of horns,
Should never count
As lack of tool
Please know better.

Like an odour,
Is character
Many people,
Wear spray on it.

In rule of law,
Brain is better
Than brawn that full
Bottomless pits

Things I have seen
In some scholars
Unravelled clues;
When ‘blood will out’.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Poet’s Inspiration

There is a force in all motions
All glow has an inspiration
I know a Poet who was so good
He loved to express all he could

People loved him until one day
It seems deserts ate up the bay.
In pains he wrote but flames burnt it
In tears he wrote dryness washed it

In the shadow for many years;
His readers protested, others jeered
Demanding eggs from a dead hen
So he laid down stretching his pen

Right in front of an empty sheet
Of pains and tears in fears and doubts
But not until he had his breath
Taken away; well not by death

But at first sight, his feet got swept
Ignoring bounds doubts disappeared
A star was born with energy that
Made him to write poems once again.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

False battlefields

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
Goals we chase but blows we get
Taking turns receiving drop jaws
For what do I know, than to say
If you fail, try and try again.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
No matter how you try and try
If preparation meets not
With an opportunity
Failure will be inevitable.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
Gurus we are, and so we wish
Trying to gain an Einstein’s hairs
Fair enough, nothing ever counts,
In six feet where skulls shall rot.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
No man can escape the result
If you attempt cheating death
Warm will turn cold while you realize
Finding success is died in cast.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Can’t let depression win

I can’t let depression win
Even if the fish lost gills and fins
Or same water it swims boil it
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
Barefooted, trekking deep through dead ends
Where am compelled to bend and break
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
Taking my life and beautiful dream
Simply because of a rough sail
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
Even when I have lost bearings
And my compass is dead and gone
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
I rather wait patiently for dawn
If it refuse to come, I hibernate
I can’t let depression win.

I can’t let depression win
When time is right, I shall awake
For now I sleep inside my dreams
I can’t let depression win.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dead Dream’s Dream

Dreams change the world at large
Hence it chose you to dream and create
Writing new ranges in pages
Of morning dew drops to elate.

More than Seas, tall as hills
Bright as sunlight was future you
Now I see cup of teas
Cracking starlight falling as cubes.

My hopes blew; I told you
To walk away from cold embrace.
I showed you not all new
Dawns bring today in all man’s race.

But the you that you are
Looked for roses elsewhere and flied
Black and blue, blunt and cruel,
He killed you there on dreaming bed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dead men tell lies on May 29th

29th May hurts….!!!
Of what use are boats
If they can not float
Politicians pie
Countless lies on lies.

Lying through the teeth
Out comes the sworn oath
Last lines they recite
The flags are replaced,
Signs of the new race.

Up goes the bullets,
Twenty one loud shots,
Another man to eat
Another zone defaced
To frustrate the new face.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sweet icing, but bitter cake

Water,
cocoa powder,
unsalted butter,
and vanilla extract
make sweet icing.

But,
icing on cake
is only a cloth
and not the cake,
you really crave to taste.

Most folks are
attractive,
on the outside
A type to gaze at,
and be mesmerized

A definition
of magnanimous
sexy and fine,
ravishingly hot
making sunshine hide.

But,
taking a bite,
and tasting inside
They fall short,
way far from expectation

So,
do not be moved
by the things you see
Not all pretty
have a pleasant beauty.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Moving Past

Holes by the corner
Lessons and teachers
Band and a sealer
Bridge and a pillar
Built by a healer

Like force and actions
To all with functions
Use as it fashions
Past is a mansion
Just by a junction.

Travellers are dear
And are welcome there
To recline and cheer
To correct and share
Not to reside there.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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