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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Reading the unpublished script of independence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

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.

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

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Good riddance to bad rubbish

I love to see, a broken heart
It tells more about a trust
Inward flow of love they shared.

If it doesn’t break your heart
It was definitely a fur shredded
Insofar from a cat you never had…

If it doesn’t break your heart
I am sorry to break it to you,
It never had a breathe inside.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lost Goodluck

Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…

Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised

Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…

As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mr. Democracy

Bled by the overseas I am Mr. Democracy
In green is where I was born so fair
Changing the windows to allow fresh air
Then it was all there, a time to love so dear

Love days I see and hear are all of a devilish dare,
Even the wind comes with pains hard to bear
And if the truth be said, it is but all dark in here,
Sad and black is all I wear with a nasty flare

Situations in here have finally made me a pair
Of ashes and cheers flying over broken chairs
People may scream democracy is here
But even me do not see me clear…

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

Ride on a piggyback

Irrespective of your hair,
Whether white or black
If you are living with low
Or no form of lack,
Remember people out there
With no spanner and jack
Hoping to break up
With the piggy bank
Please stretch your hands
And don’t discard the sack
For it could be a ticket
For some to erase poverty mark
With a great support
For a ride on a piggyback.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The bridled Horse

I am like a bridled horse,
Not just by size nor strength
But by the uncommonness
Called a common sense.

I race for truth without fear
To the finish lines of life
Worrying not of what comes next
Carrying the weight of the world

I unsettle dust, galloping around
Where the wild dogs bark
With salivas that come as flood
Killing togetherness in the honeybees fay.

But diligently on my back,
I run miles and task all day
I know a time shall come
I would be unbridled by the hay.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A bridge too far


It is a bridge too far
When grace finds thou and
Uplifts thy to run life race,
On a platter of gold
And thou keeps playing
Ducks and drakes with food
Whereas people are dying;
It is a bridge too far.


It is a bridge too far
Faking marriage proposal
Just to hit and run.
It is a bridge too far
Deriving sweet pleasure
From a crocodile’s tears
While capitalizing
On the gullible.


It is a bridge too far
If thou hath down
And feeling like
Hope for tomorrow
Is but a voicemail
And the only option
Chose is to commit suicide;
It is a bridge too far.


It is a bridge too far
When thou go miles
Just to murder smiles.
It is a bridge too far
Replacing felicity
With sadness while
Breaking bones with
Sticks and stones.


It is a bridge too far
Forgetting that life is
A hair’s breadth wide
Leaving like a god
And belittling all.
“For the sake of humanity,
Dear extremist and suicide bomber;
…It is a bridge too far”.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

IF WE REMAIN BLIND

The difference between low and high
Shall keep increasing if we remain blind
I will say it a thousand times
Indexes do not care about you and I

Posthumous shall flood in the day we die
For now, everyone is too busy to say hi
It is just you and I, like wounds and fly
In a paradise surrounded by so many lies

Do not listen to the old hoaxes’ lines
Buttressed by the tears of a crocodile
They are the ones who traded with our birthrights
Removing the pupils from our pretty eyes

Now we are left with retina that traps no light
Indirectly making us the beggars to passersby
That only comes when they want us to buy
Our freedom and joy that they never grant

Each day and night underneath the sky
As we roll on a thin tiny breaking ice
Remember that the difference between low and high
Shall keep increasing if we remain blind.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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