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Chained colour


A pejorative colour cost a breath
If you dare, for the love, put on a beret!
Whether new or old, bright or faded
The gloom and doom looms in the shade.

Since the leaf turn mafias, and the roses sail,
Ashes float by the hammer and nail
Even the shadows carry an axe
Other shades of the rainbow has a mark.

Today it is racism, tomorrow religion
And a group's love for segregation
The world has never been the same
Ever since humanity became insane.

Like Ukraine has a bitter stain on it
By the political legion that loves a hit,
Watching the sky covered in gloom
And the sands bleed for a crime it has no clue.

If the night comes out with full rack
Fighting any thing that is opaque
Any form of the shade outside its hive
How would we all feel being alive?

(C) 2022 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Fates of loo



Just like light to a surface
Casting shadows on all places
Scars, wrinkles and the dents
Of loo all have common end…

If reflections could only speak
So many secrets would be leaked
For every day a child is born
Loo is by the corner hanging on,

Patiently waiting for the time
Sparks of light will cease to shine
Patiently waiting for its torn
In the minds that put dreams on…

Some may spring from carelessness
Others germinate all by chance
Slipping through one’s own finger
To complete recipes of disaster

What an opportunist loo must be
Fighting what was meant to be…
Up in the smoke, throwing towels
Welcoming another troubled bowel

Right on stage, loo seem to call
Giants and ants until they fall,
Its memories are in kicked buckets
And dust covered bodies in caskets…

The grave is where loo has its theme
Echoing from voices of lost dreams
And once another child is born
Like shadows, by their dreams, loo hands on.


(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
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.

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

Depth of sheds

Sirens wailing
Choppers hovering,
Nigeria
Now a war zone!

We were once one
Inseparable
Nigerians
Not anymore…

It hurts so bad
I do love the name
Nigeria
But not the pain…

Thousands as much
We work for peanuts;
Nigeria!
… Hate us that much?

Should we reject
Being born in here;
Nigerians
Or fix it all?

Who is to blame
Geo-region, tribes,
Nigerians
Smiling in pains?

Millions suffer
Dying of hunger;
Nigerians
Still kill their selves.

Oh yes, we know
Change is gradual;
Nigeria
We pay our dues

Yet you make it
Insignificant;
Nigerians
You scare away.

I am so soaked
Not in tears of joy;
Nigeria
But common pains

I wish I shed
A Crocodile’s tears
Nigeria
Each time you bled…

But I love you
Magnanimously
Nigeria
Reasons I cry…

These my tears are
Not from romances of
Nigerians
Nor their heartbreaks…

But from the fall
Of an iroko tree;
Nigeria
Heading down south

Stretching my hands
Unable to help
Nigeria
And help myself.

©2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tears in all I have seen


I have seen flags
Raised in borders
I have seen tapes
Encroaching lines…

The words I heard
Carried by winds
Came in varied
In tones and tongues…

I have heard truths
Subdued by lies
Carried my both
Adults and youths

I have seen blood
From veins and genes
I have seen guns
I have seen dust…

I have seen flesh
The thick and soft
I have seen swords
Slice them like breads…

I have seen heat
I have seen snows
I have seen rains
Flush away souls

I have seen birds
Creating nest
I have seen jets
Shredding their eggs

I have seen shells
Emptied on lands
I have seen bombs
Drop from the sky

I have seen girls
I have seen boys
Become friends
Sometimes strangers

I have seen parts
Of bodies reaped
I have seen legs
Opened and raped…

I have seen things
Awful and weird
I have seen moon
Subdued by light

I have seen books
Termed as Holy
Read by same folks
Killing for God

I have seen riots
I have seen flames
I have seen tears
Drip from pillows

I have seen men
Enjoying war…
It never ends
It just replays

From tradition
And geo regions
To religions
And possessions

Strangely, it is
The common thing
That bonds men that
Tears them apart

And it worsens…
By every dawn
And sunsets of
Generations…

I wish I could
From the comfort
Of my bedroom
Fix the whole world

Turn things a new
But I am part
Of the problem
Destroying earth.
(C) 2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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
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