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Nigeria: Congratulated

After night, comes dawn
Yes; I lie, I will be fine
Under the footage of grey
And therewith sufferings
Tasted as honey sweetness
In the core of bitterness.
My foot turn cold
Feverish; I shiver
Terrified by the shadows
Crying a river
But something in me says;
Congratulate the moon
The night may be long
But dawn will surely come.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

February 23, 2019

For rewards of fruits
I will say the truth;
Nothing but the truth

Hello Nigerians
Send on an errand
Mentally sound minds

Not vegetables
Or broken tables
Who aren’t able

To sow seeds today
Or gather some hay
For the better days.

Our chances to become
All that we clamour
Knocks loud at the door,

Please ! do not answer
Bright future dimmers
We can do better.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Suffrage of Prez

One man one vote, choose for your boat
Same story told by voices of toads
Professing love before they shove.

Earnings fall out, students shut out,
Water pricy, hardship spicy
Yet the broomsticks, they swing and flick

Umbrella tents and their pretends
Beckoning plebs with tongues of glib
Coming when the fibres need ret.

Along the road, my feet turn cold
Walking through paths the Prez pinholes
Coughed sweet words, that never was.

Artillery auxiliary
Hello people, country people
Are they your best bet off the rest

It is so clear many are blear
Feeble and weak please try to think
Before you rage and suffrage.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: No one expect you dead

Hi, are you familiar with the term
“Lazy Nigeria youth” that had a trend

From a man taller than the mountains
Once highly respected, as grand chief

He was to banks, a transparent saving
Like every appeals and all cravings

He got his, yet teased his ravishing girl
And the trends that followed the little girl

Made him downsize into the grasses;
Never throw stones to your house of glasses

If you publicly condemn a child’s kettle
Do not cry when you are belittled.

Not all children disrespect their elders
Hence an old man, should speak wiser.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Dear President B.

From a brooms stick to a bear;
We die, you dine and share
Our heritage, sitting on a chair.

We cry and shrink, yet you jeer
“Boys, take them far from here
Their tears ain’t welcome in here”.

Election comes we turn pair?
Please let me be crystal clear
Ain’t nothing new for ears to hear.

Do your worst make it flare
There ain’t nothing of you I fear..
Revolution, for loins and deer

Worse you can do is mar and tear
And on my scars, you drink a beer
But you ain’t going nowhere…

It may not sound all that fair
But the dirt that roam in the air
Has massed up pains hard to bear.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

3 regimes

In retrospect of three regimes
It has been die or get strong;
Hence, nepotism and tribalism
Has become of our mentality.
Leaders of onion properties
Rule Nigeria, in poor capacity.

The first still feels he is a god;
Ever since he got out of jail
Endorsing and distributing rods
Although he laid the block
For an economic reform
Third tenure fell out of luck.

People say he picked a sickling
As heir, whose deputy replaced
When he gave up the ghost..
But who are we to question God
When life we live is borrowed
In the hollow of his demise,

His deputy was reelected in joy
A man who once had no shoes
Became the shoemakers tool…
Until love turned soar to all
Corruption flew openly in air
He was still to be his own heir.

This humble Zologist was calm
And allowed several mockeries
Of him and lady of his bakery
The political knifes began to fly
Not later was he back-stabbed
For humanity, he passed the rod

To he who was to be the Messiah
But turned out to be the hellfire
Not just sluggish as a snail
But distributor of hardship and hunger
Garnished with increased poverty
While hunting down political rivals.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Expression Eruption: Pigs & Rule

It’s a dirty game… What is it?
From freedom to chains and tattoos
From speak up to shut up by guns
Then speak up democracy is born
Born by the shores besides flames that burn.

Flames that made my father a man
Flames that hardened the minds of his wives
Flames ignited from religious repulsion
Flames thick and dark;
Flames that scares an hawk.

It’s a dirty game; but who’s to be blamed?
The Author of Animal farm, Man or Pigs?
Pigs that reprinted pics
Every four years since speak up wrote in epics
Epics that ruins the green and white apple pick…

I wonder what they find in a reign
The same sway and reign of terror.
Affirmative! Self-delusion is unrealistic
Someone should have an esteem
To tell the Ex-general to quit fantasy.

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