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Politics: The egg on my face

I am a victim of multiple rapes
By youths and spring chickens hoarding grapes

They drill me deep in the streets for long lengths
Way before I got to age of consent

Now I am used to the egg on my face
Hence I never do run when I am chased

They shag my matrix and bruised my knees
Reopening the sores that tried to heal;

I am a victim of multiple rapes
By the dirty piggies that call my name

Don’t go to the zoo in search of them
Don’t go to the bush in search of them

Don’t go looking for flat snouts, small eyes
And large ears, within us they all reside

Appearing often on televisions
Looking at the world, without a vision.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: The city hall

The rate of fresh blood is overwhelming
With enthusiasms always rising
While the toddlers grow to have wisdom teeth
The city hall in power never fleets.

It is not just the strange bedfellows
Neither the dirt part that always follow
But it is the impunity they have
Siphoning our resources while they serve.

Youthfulness is there to always savour
Although we have numbers in our favor
We just can never fight the city hall
Because they plant discord between us.

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Politics: Copycatting wrongly

Bad is never good until worst happens
We giraffe the leaders of the free world
Whose envisages were made to happen
By choosing humanity over swords.

We have failed to make our system rock
Yet, when we hear of a new discovery
We emulate it but it never works
It seems bad is where we derive glory.

The strength of our weakness lingers long
Abusing privileges on the table
Defining quintessence as being wrong
Bailing evil and misusing gavels.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Politics: Let’s face the fact

The origin of inhumanity
And its verified etymology
Is a distraction and contradiction
To the essence of true democracy….
…Hey!!! Enough of those jaw breaking grammars.

Just like the case, of an ugly monkey
And as a mother always love her kids,
I am so compelled to love my Nation
Yet she keeps splashing raw eggs on my face
Saying; “you can’t do more than died rats”.

Each time she does that, a rebel is born
Bad is never good till the worst happens
Of course, Rome wasn’t built in a day, but
The envisaged came from the same kitchen
That shortchanged silver spoons without a spoon.

Fear the men of oaths than those holding guns
They are the sheep outside, but wolves within
Playing, “the more you look, the less you see”
It seems that politics is never clean
More growth, the deeper the sink in the sea.

Ask no questions of egg and the chicken
When both bold and shy crates are empty
And plates have never been graced by proteins;
Politicians meant to serve the people
And not for their self enriching pockets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The politicians

There is a deep dark hole
That swallows shrinking souls

This dark hole is manmade
And the arts never fades.

Wish truth could be embroiled
And service be recoiled

So promises could come true
For the sky to stay blue.

But dead are the chariots
And Angels before us.

The champagne births an ace
Even with a smooth face

But long legs always win
And many are turned in

Enjoying pool of blood
Slitting throats with sharp swords

Sharing sweats, drinking tea
Blind indeed is justice.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Drowning stars

Muds are falling from above,
Its stains are hardly removed
We dwell in an ugly town,
The globe is turned upside down.

Hardship is our preferred chill
Lessons we never learn from peels
We claim sight yet we are blind
Our highest speed, lags behind.

Beneath floating iron rods,
Stars are drowning in the floods
We have recipes but lack the chef;
And our ideas are created for shelf.

Corruption everywhere,
Employment drop every year
Leaders we have are vultures;
Embezzling, all our treasures.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Embezzlement in government

Happy fleas
in doghouses are happy
While they leap.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Vulture’s politics

There are lots politicians have to prove
Can I ask, what motions do they move
Every time the smoke gather up above
Monies keep falling from the sky
Our parties they lit, fun multiply
Roasting doves and our butterflies

Their golden shoulders go up and brag
Fetching cameras while changing rags
Spraying all from the duffle bags
A million tongues go pouring
On them; blessings upon blessings
Singing we worship them not knowing,

They recollect the monies they spray
From our very pockets and future hay
While our people keep dying everyday
Of hunger and abject poverty
Yet with our taxes they gather properties
Every four years, they claim we’re their top priority.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: The emigrates

We are weak at knees but our huts
Are built by hands not plucked off trees
We invest a lot to get no gain
And it seems we are meant for pains,
Hence, we all book an appointment
At embassies, for better breath
Reducing working hands to few
Dragging luggage on a long queue
Waiting for our time, most times by feet
For days, we hiss crossing deserts,
Sore ligaments, many breakdown
Others sex slaved, we kiss and frown…
Yet these greedy green grasshoppers
We voted and call our Nation leaders
Are not perturbed that we flood out
Neither are they concerned we blackout.

Do not fall like the cards in rows
Do not spiral out of control
So keep doing that you are good at
Live to tell the tales, of your kites
I am not Martin Luther King
But, I have a dream and it’s big
That one day there shall be an end
To our foolishness and dying beds
I know we are knotted by tight ties,
And the Devil may cry, but not die
No matter the prayers and ill-words…
But; one good day, he shall be bored
And then our town shall abort all
Evils, and cut off greedy claws
To transform grasshoppers to ants
Building shelters and making plans.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Dying rather than living

I am a fruit of a great giant tree
But dirty political practices
And failed judiciary systems
Plucks me unripened off the stems.
Darkness have eroded me…
Hello; can anyone hear me,
Or see my seeds by the saddle
Stuck in a thick dark shadow
Where the light is far from near…
Here, I am overwhelmed with fear
Fear of an unknown tomorrow
As a result of the greedy blows
From lavish vanishing magicians
All in buckets as strong politicians,

Annoyingly, they are all scums
Abusing offices, stacking large sums
But who would you even blame
When Nigerians are after names;
Am a Lawyer, in an ill judiciary
Well, that’s a topic for another diary
But please hold on, let me flow;
In this terrifying shadow
I hear the police siren
Sincerely, I rather be dying
Than demanding help from them
For they will destroy my gem
Taxing me for mobilizing fees
Stinging me like the honeybees.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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