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Corona: Tomorrow died yesterday

Armageddon is having fun
Ever since the blue skies collapsed…
Humanity hops, jumps and runs
Falling into core heat of hell
Where our hopes are melted by darkness
And a billion heavy eyes pour
On the pulpits I once believed…
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

The dark age has refused to end
Everyday across the world
The pandemic claims tonnes of souls
We await sunny days to come
When the world would be healed again
But how can she, when she is dead
And today is not guaranteed
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

God must have turned His back on us
Allowing wind of death have fun
With the overwhelming scores
Of gasping breaths and dried skulls
Even the great walls are falling
Like London bridge, deep into pits
Of shades they normally destroy…
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

Hurricanes accompanying pains
Pushed, shoved, subdued and blown away;
Our Almighty Guardian Angels
Have left us to our mortal fates
Across the world, we realize
That nothing on Earth is certain,
Until I see healed tomorrow,
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona: Our Inhumanity

Would the sun ever regain her brighten?
Would corona coronation stop being heightened?
Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear
No one wants common cough to come near
Just a mere sneeze yet we run fast for our dear lives
And at times I wish the pandemic truths were all lies…

Ever since we activated social distance, and lockdown mood
Stocking the entire house with stuffs and foods
The chances of death by malnourishment increased
The tiny flowing love in our healths suddenly ceased
Though both the rich and the poor became leveled
The greed and love of money refused to bend a kneel.

Man’s inhumanity to humanity is just beginning
The price of commodities are skyrocketing
All for the sake of the deadly virus combat
Which rumours have it that it came from Chinese’s bats
But that is not the topic I speak of right now
Neither is it the honest reason why I frown

Hold on, why is the mind of mankind filled with dark chars
Gathering wealth in times of war, everyone keeps going far
Obviously, humans and Devils are so much alike
Ever thought; “what if I don’t make it out alive
Would I take these money bags with me to the grave”?
If the answer is no; I see no reason for an inhumane crave.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona is karma

I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse made reverse flip
She flooded streets, with a reset,
Giving them back all in their bank

Accordingly, appropriately
Cutting sockets, kicking buckets
Lots of bodies, foes and Buddies,
Were stacked like logs, and scared of bugs…

“Dirt kills not an Africa man”
Oh sorry, not those type of men
Who corruption has eaten deep
Beyond depths meant for sinking ship

Now, the center hold not anymore
Beans are empty in cooking pot
And our Hopes are dead in weevils
I heard someone casting Devils

All blames they pushed but he stayed put
In hell, watching landing birds pooh
He had no hand, sins of our land
Exhumed from sands from end to end

Wedges were down and mere touchdown
For personal gain, and golden crowns
Then borders crossed, the virus tossed
Dirt we overpowered, now kills us

We fight world war three, without arms
Which all began from the pigs farm
And self enrich but now they itch
Even as they could turn to fish

With ten fins and bladders to swim
The tears that rain pours out cruel pain
Coming from drugs and outside laws;
Stay far apart; stay sanitized

More than a gun headshot begun
Aiming at rich lessons it teach…
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse, had many flips.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Imploding Tears

Only an Aunt can give hug
Like a mother, carry lugs
Like sisters, going miles
Like friends with a sweet smile.

Before my tongue was bitter
I swung by to check on her
And wish her quick recovery
Seventy-five is young to me.

Laid on resuscitation
But seeing her condition
Breathing long, slow deep and hard
I sensed another graveyard.

We rushed her for a brain scan
She gave up right in our arms
Though my composure did win
My tears fell louder within.

God gives, and takes at His time
Now that you are gone, please find
An eternal peace and rest
Adieus Aunty, God knows best.

#R.I.P Mrs. Okwurumgbe Clara (Nee Onyeche) #Mama Nwarinma #18/03/2020 #3:38pm

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unending Nights

The race of rocks in me, nurse an aged fear
For it seems bad news swing by every year
First it was Uncle Pius who disappeared
Then Mama left us cold, bitter in tears…

Back then, O’yo yo’ we used to sing
Running to Baba to get a hug and swung
He made us laugh louder than bells can ring
He deserved more than can ever bring.

The curtains were open; well, that was yesterday
I had called in to say; “hello” today
Only to be told, he was gone with the rays
To join our ancestors who watch and pray.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hunger, the true virus

At times I wish, hunger hits hard
On the rich too, so they understand
And feel the cruel pains, of lost souls
Who before turning ghost had no home.

At times, I wonder why the world is bias
Behaving like everyone inhale special gas
Whereas we are all one and the same
Living on earth, with various prides and shames.

Upon hearing pandemic, we all turn cold
Terrified that curtains will abruptly close
Whereas daily people untimely kick buckets
All because they run on empty stomachs.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The death race

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Away from varying slates
At some point in this race
According to our fate
We shall be called, “it or late”.

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Into a distant land
According to God’s plan
So live life like you can
Today hop on the van.

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
To a place from the clay
And illusions of rays
Coming from yesterday
It might be yours today,

Run, run, it all begun
The second we were born
Endeavor to have fun,
Because, we will be gone
Dwelling in shadow’s scene
Swimming in fearless stream
Yes, it is finish line;
Realm of forever dream.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Grateful Rest

Nothing stays fresh and ever green
Even the grass, withers and falls
Until we all eventually fade
We all shall taste of that life brings

The good, the bad, the sour, the sweet
Today nascent, tomorrow grey
Yes, at some point, we crave for rest
Life is but, cradle to the grave.

Where troubled minds will fall asleep
Well, I do not know, about you
But, if I can speak when I ghost
I will tell death, thanks for the rest.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Why do gods extend left hands?

At first, with a right hand
The gods gave a large farm
All sorts of essential plants
And made them to grow well.

These plants were varied
Just like the five fingers
But they had such a beauty
In their great diversities.

Record books postulated
A bountiful harvest
The store rooms were expanded
Not until, one fateful day,

The same immortal gods
Whose benevolence poured
From their powerful right hand;
Extended their very left hand

Then from another end
The ice cap began melting
And the great Sea’s level
Tremendously grew

Birthing a stubborn flood
That came with a full force
From the coast, without fear
Wiping away the entire farm.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.

My everyday feeling

The clock ticks
And unplugs
The fuse to
Moments
Nows and nouns
That created muse
Leaving me lonely
In the dark,

Vacuum fills
My soul
Digging deep
Darks holes
Drowning me
In my tears
With a lot of beer
Down my throat…

Trying to
Figure out
Possible
Ways through
To bypass
The sadness
And the hand of death
From striking…

How I wish
I could freeze
Its breeze from
Blowing
And sweeping
Away family and
Those I care.

But we can
Only shift
May be think
How to
Substitute
Death we can not cheat
At the end.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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