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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

Corona Virus

I know you are scared to touch
Anything I comb and brush
But I was once just like you
In test tubes, where I was scrolled

I have seen many of me
Kick the bucket, part of me
Kept on going regardless
Till I got loosed and undressed.

But I chose love in the air
Feeding on hearts that fear
Invading body organs
Of all I come in contact.

I have so conquered Europe
With a single viral rope
Well, let’s not talk China
We know by now who I am

And the whole world is scared
Americans I paint red
Take a deep breathe dear, so I
Can come inside and hide

They kill me, but I must feed
Relatives and my kids
Africa I run to hide
But I met doom by the side

When scotching sun smouldered
Like it were sanitizers
But who would tell the world
This soldier is not by blood

But just striving to live
Though somehow he unweaves
The knits of the living
In few weeks of invading….

I know you are scared to touch
Anything I comb and brush
But I was once just like you
In test tubes, where I was scrolled.

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

Redefined normal

First, we tucked our privacy inside
Now we take nudity as pride
Another lust and victim defiled
Another culprit and truth we hide
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

Hey, send me your nude, click click we slide
We hear a knock by the door, we hide
Not even partners by our bedsides
We appear like we are by poolside
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

I pray my kids wouldn’t take the ride
Piloted by the shadows of the bonafide
The stylist now make some holes so wide
For boobs to go out like a riptide
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child

All the trendy madness is to glide
The good way is lonely, no one abides
Even crimes we committed in our hide
Are now done as a normal outside
Moral dependence is a growing tide
Worsening down the generation’s child.

©2020 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

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