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Lab rats in gloom

Where has the sun gone
Where has the moon gone
Where has the stars gone
Anarchy is now a norm.

Not the snow you know
Nor water that flows
Since high hit the lows
Nothing at all seems to glow…

Staring at the doom
Weaving like the loom
Threads of gloom that bloom
In Face-mask entry room…

Dress to kill indeed
No one cares breed,
Color, or the seed;
Dumping all sects and creeds…

Case of flap or die
Birds no longer fly;
Now Vials from blue skies
Claiming to restore life…

Vessels in the dark
Alight Noah’s Ark…
Injected on marked
Passports; We are lab rats.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Collapsed heart

I followed flying butterflies as I craved
But they landed me deep into a grave

I bled right on the floor not just the pain that I was raped
Neither was it the bruise, the size or the shape…

But seeing the many beautiful promises
Fly away as flames from burnt fuses,

I once had confidence right on the stage
But Cameras of love replaced my image

Making me a coward dwelling all alone
Without a home, heart, name, number and a phone.

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

Goodbye 2020

Like the dogs do howl
Mourning, gazing at the sky
I weep, waiting for a new year
Hoping it ends the fear…
It is not that I am scared
But I am really scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Lungs are gasping,
Caskets were selling,
Antisocial, a new norm
So humanity don’t disappear
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

The untraceable chuckles
From muted giggles
Made goose bumps to find
Its way all over my skin
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

This year has left a mark
Aside being in the dark
Lockdown and deprived.
…Who can boast of not
Being “really” terrified?
Would next year be worst?
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Tears burst through
Like a million worms
Crawling out so fast
Like lightening
From every pores
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Amidst the confusion
Came the massacre
Of underdogs protesting,
Demanding justice
From the fat lying pigs
Who unleashed the dragons
When all they wanted; was,
Injustice to come to an end.

In it, new kids were born
Yet the whirling mischief
From the blind bats and pigs
Threatens to spread forth
As a second wave
I am not scared
I just want this year
To come to an end.

Inside my head plays
So many uplifting songs
Each time the pandemic
Comes as a comical music
I am not scared
I am not scared
I just can’t wait for 12am
To scream: “happy new year!!!

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

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.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

(C) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

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