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Waiting for sunsets

The cock may crow
at the break of dawn
hopeful we are for,
tomorrow’s sun…

There are times I
think about leaving
and where I will be
lost in my sleep

On the thin ice
we are all waiting
like an employee,
for that we reap…

On our payroll
is the same caption:
saying; “when I call,
don’t be stunned“.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Patience of death

I am astound 
by its composure;
cool, calm and collected
it consumes treasures…

On a daily,
against it, I bet
slowly making hay
before the sunset

Hey! judge me not,
we all are gamblers
staking differently
hoping to gather!

You’ve guessed right,
in this game of card
we all want to win
and not say; “last card”

Gazing at our doors
frozen death must feel,
waiting like a dog
to tell an ordeal.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

On your sickbed

Wish I knew tricks
evading the demise
before it knocks,
it is you I will hide,
breaking shadows and scythe
right here on earth.

I wish I had
firsthand information
of He who baked
all breath, and the oceans
I would come proposing
on your behalf…

I wish I had
powers to control time,
I shall rewind
timelines right on my palm
solving your health issues
will be my aim…

I wish I had
power to heal the sick
and not just shed
tears, through the thin and thick
watching you go
grey there on a sickbed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Indescribable

Outcomes of our fall,
Has an open door
Coming from a war
We may tag as life,
Fighting for our lives
Gaining dust for ranks.

Scythe or by broom
People still presume
We roam in their rooms
When we turn to ghosts
Whose breath cease to fit
While the maggots eat.

People think we see,
Walk and always feel
All they tag as real…
Could it be an end
Or a sort of bend
To a whole new blend?

Death breeds afterlife
We were once alive
To say otherwise
Now we are the myths
That are real or not
Until shadows exit…

On this battlefield
Life is short indeed
Silence is the shield
Separating lines
Yes, none can describe
What death may look like.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Scythe of fate

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Sometimes I scream inside my tent
Waking up from the blanks of rest

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
From the voids that cause me to shed
It all seems like I lose my head;

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering what it would be like
In total void away from life…

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Within my faith there is despair
Lying next to my greatest fear

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Transparent yet still not clear
One day I would be missing here…

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Trees may fall, the leaves may dry
I heard that, the soul never dies

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering if soul is a myth
Created to ease the scythe of fate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sameness



Dwelling on a large field
Amidst a buried seed
Sprouting into a tree
Then to levels of seas,

Change is a constant thing
The song the birds do sing
Eternity is faith
Reality is but vain…

All flesh exit the town
Even the rocks break down
Amidst the daily smiles
Are corresponding cries…

With many unsaid byes
Looking down from the skies;
Asking several why
I guess, the gods are wise…

More-so,in all of it
Time is so infinite
Yet it is short and bright
One minute there is light

Suddenly, it gets dark
Lying still on a plank
Sometimes wrapped in a mat
Bottled in jars as ash

Returning back to start
Repeating the same path
Yet we forget all that
Seeing others as ants.

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Sold out by life

We fight to save threatened vultures
At same time, screaming, ‘save nature’
The next day, she wrecks havoc
Tearing down even papers and rocks.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Let’s not go back to 2020

There was blood between two greens,
After the peace and unity disagreed
The young bloods came out singing
With purpose as they were marching.

The birds hummed promises to fix the error
Yet they changed the name “error” to “terror”
Was it that, the protest had no direction?
Or was it just another, pull them down syndrome?

Answers came from centres that began to tear
Forming thick black fumes in the air
As properties and structures were set ablaze
Insane it was, seeing anyone truly amazed.

Many young bloods came out stretching their claws
In a once peaceful protest turned to war…
Lost was the hope that was left
After the trained turtles sprayed bullets.

Indeed tempos arose, in all directions
The birds announced there would be sanctions
But the rage of terror never ceased
Into the streets, more turtles were lunched

To calm things down, and maybe to shoot again…
In all, the greens and white were in pains
Seeing their characters loss global integrity
As the pawns were out absolutely in disunity

Those who had, and had nothing to lose brought knives
And most behaved like they had nine lives
Beheaded, but survived the many lies
From the birds, who sang, “no pawn ever died”

Politicians are all the same over the world
But for humanity we ought to build great walls
With peace and progress, yet we take a wrong path
Whereas just two Kings in chessboard is a still mate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Northeast Terrorists

You have a lot to answer
For rampage of another
Forcing kids to wear the kits
Of rapes, kidnaps and the slits.

Coldblooded!! because you can…
No one man, has a lifespan
To forever breath on earth,
Conscience ought to be the girth

Holding firm the human race
But you’ve chosen to misplace
Priority for your gain
Like you are some hurricane

Destroying anything you touch,
Those that survive use a crutch….
What do you gain taking turns
When watched kettle never boils?

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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