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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

Dead Dream’s Dream

Dreams change the world at large
Hence it chose you to dream and create
Writing new ranges in pages
Of morning dew drops to elate.

More than Seas, tall as hills
Bright as sunlight was future you
Now I see cup of teas
Cracking starlight falling as cubes.

My hopes blew; I told you
To walk away from cold embrace.
I showed you not all new
Dawns bring today in all man’s race.

But the you that you are
Looked for roses elsewhere and flied
Black and blue, blunt and cruel,
He killed you there on dreaming bed.

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

Go away! Get lost!

Hey…! enough of the on and off
No more switch, no more jagged knife
Take it far away from my life…
Including words that made me fall
Take the sweet cherries, take them all,
Enough of being just your sex doll.

Spreading my knees, chest you shove
Mounting on me your weight in clove
Mumbling aloud; I love… love… love
Grabbing my waist like pillows
Thrusting and banging my window
Ejaculating moaning; I love the limbo…

Not sooner comes the creamy milk
You remove your long joystick
Then zip up and away you walk
To return when you want another wreck
And after drilling into my body lake
You tell me; “babe, let’s take a break”.

Hey…! enough of the on and off
No more switch, no more jagged knife
Take it far away from my life…
Including words that made me fall
Take the sweet cherries, take them all,
Enough of being just your sex doll.

©2018 http://www.vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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