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He deserved to die

Nothing hurts like being tarred
With the same bush and evil cards
So just when the sun began to melt
And it seemed there was nothing left

Knowing you would never be back
As shadows spread out in the dark
I stretched out a gun and pulled the trigger
With no atom of regret nor did I shiver.

Sad? Tell me how could I fold my hands
While you fade out before my eyes
Into the crazy thin air on a journey
Of trusting, falling and cuddling…

Especially when it was made from flatters,
With the truth labelled monsters;
And a large cake which is not worth
Your precious burning candles and sweats.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Let’s not begin again

We let the picture mislead all that saw
Healthy Caterpillar with love for sure
Destined for metamorphosised wonders,
That in time never grew way more fonder.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Gone tomorrow

I searched for scattered romantic petals
But got my heart scattered in pieces

Fair exchange is no robbery
But I got nothing for such love story

So, let the tears falling down through my chin
Erode me like flood, and get me a fin

To swim throughly through my demise
And if it is sight, let it freeze my eyes

I have been brused nothing can be worse
Than daily taking a turn for the worse…

So tonight while I cry like a baby
Don’t ever think there is a maybe

Of me swallowing my very vomits
Or me repeating same crimes I commit

Though it is, water under the bridge
To always forget, I will burn bridges

Tomorrow deserve none of these
But I need not another froggy kiss.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Victims of sexual abuse

All rapist leave a scar
On the flesh like bashed cars
Wide, privacy they fling
Yet, victims often cling
And those who let it out
No justice, bail the cat.

Not all plugs are for sparks
Firing, it leaves a mark
A thick permanent stain
Spreading over the brain,
It is so terrific
Not gender specific.

All rapist leave a mark
In the mind, deep and dark
That still wouldn’t go off
Vigorously when washed
And when peeled around
Regions the scars are found.

Woe betide the loan sharks
And any who would embark
On such trip creating traces
Of pain hanging on faces
And eating deep in souls
Of victims down the road.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Handicapped

From where do problems emerge
Have you had a cut on your flesh
Whether ocean deep or shallow
Have you had pains that you swallowed?

Have you had an uncontrolled tears
Seeing folks suffer when you cheer
And you could relate broken bones
From dwelling in a troubled home

Have you ever felt firsthand pain
Where you hush and couldn’t relay
Suffers and ugly lessons learnt
From ashes and disappointments

Have you been undressed by unrest
Both in sunrise and in sunset
I wish I could lend you my hands
But I am like you, paralyzed.

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

Fabrics on the floor

Her dress is not to blame
For burning down bridges
To quench an ugly urge
And her not resisting
Means not it is no rape.

Sex ought to connect souls
With faces looking better
Not grievances, between legs
Cutting across genders
From the grey to cradles.

Torn fabrics on the floor
And a penetration
Whether sober or not
You are a rapist blame
No alcohol and drug.

Be a lover, not a fighter,
Unless she likes it rough
And never you ever
Force your way through,
Without her precious consent.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Justice for Uwavera II

It pains to feel the pain
Or voice unheard complains
Dug out around the roots
And uprooted from the earth
Uwa was just a girl
Twenty two, so unfair
Raped and killed in the church
She didn’t deserve such.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Justice for Uwavera (I)

Seek consent and be sure
Before you pull or draw
All bakers use a flour
Not to mess up the floor

I know you may be lust
And it is all your fault
Uwavera was just
Not an ordinary dust.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Floyd’s: Nine minutes

In space of nine minutes
Floyd just couldn’t breath
I bet he didn’t know…
But where did Angels go

Withered rose, broken vase
Now that the universe’s
Balance and harmony
Seems a sanctimony…

Isn’t the earth tired
Of cold bloodshed mired
Coming from another
Dark colored skin brother

Derek’s kneels is not new
I once thought we outgrew
Injustice, I was wrong
Nine minute to morgue

Those around did keep quite
Recording Floyd’s death
Yet marching together
Screaming: ‘black lives matter”.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rascals of pandemic

Nostrils runs, heartbeats rise
As the liquid in the eyes
Build and ready to pour
While waiting for a cure…

When squirrels have no nuts
They always believe not;
When a deer tells the lore
While waiting for a cure…

Some lament, some riot
Shooting autopilots
Thousands crash on the floor
While waiting for a cure…

Things will never be same
When both eyes have seen pain
That gains can’t procure
While waiting for a cure.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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