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Rascals of pandemic

Nostrils runs, heartbeats rise
As the liquid in the eyes
Build and ready to pour
While waiting for a cure…

When squirrels have no nuts
They always believe not;
When a deer tells the lore
While waiting for a cure…

Some lament, some riot
Shooting autopilots
Thousands crash on the floor
While waiting for a cure…

Things will never be same
When both eyes have seen pain
That gains can’t procure
While waiting for a cure.

©2020 vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona: Sonnet for help

It seems that soon there will be no use of laws
For the streets are gradually growing claws

Not just the walking dead but human flaws
So we stay lockdown waiting for the rain to pour.

Many homes have leaking roofs and broken doors
Well, let’s not go to the sad welfare of the poor…

We will never forget in a hurry, a red world
And the year the air we breath become a rod

Striking not only those who went on tour
But unleashing the wrath of hell on every and all

Legends might call it, ‘humanity downfall”
Millions of people die in this invisible brutal war

And every day, we stare at the Heavens asking God
To forgive us; and to just, heal the world.

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

Corona: Masked

I wear a mask not to pretend
But to find peace, defending earth.
I wear a mask not for fashion
Nor for the fun but to save lives…

I wear a mask not to share the
Pandemic fears but to save lives.
I wear a mask hiding no pain
Nor the rains of cold tears within.

I wear a mask not to disguise
Or hide my eyes from my remains
I wear a mask like fish to fin
Though not to swim, but to save lives.

I wear a mask not against dust
Entering nostril but to save lives.
I wear a mask to protect me
And you and heal from infection..

I wear a mask against venom
Humans have formed from the dark clouds.
I wear a mask in case I breath
The wind of death, so I save lives.

I wear a mask not for a crime
But to buy time and save more lives.
I wear a mask for I am scared
The world could end if I unmask.

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

Corona: Amen

I got a red bone and a boiling blood
Not for China alone but wicked folks
Who sailed into the great shores of our lands
Knowing they are from endemic areas
They still chose to hide all their histories.

This is no regular poem but a curse
On my kneels, I pray unending evils
Should betide creators of this disease
Eating all it come across that breathes
Lord please grant my innermost request.

This is no regular poem but a curse
On my kneels, I pray unending evils
Should betide these blood sucking murderers
And all those who flew into Nigeria
And into other parts of this great world

Knowing they are sick and infected with,
Covid19 and no reasonable doubts
Yet they chose to share the hays and ashes
Of the world wild fire to innocent men…
Oh Lord please hear my prayers, amen!

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

Corona: Blame China

Wuhan city makes me wonder
Why the Chinese licked fifth finger
And made the whole world to wash hands
Paying for meals they never had.

This is no racism but the fact
So who will help to bail the cat
Before it gets a little late
Blaming China for this plaque.

Not until my street was empty
I never saw bigger pictures
Of empty lungs and the vultures
Should humanity lose this war.

This war is biochemical
Not for guns or mechanicals
But obeying protocols, while
Blaming China for this plague.

Thousands go under the weather
The sleepless cities now slumbers
But once it hits the rural
Great Nigeria will be no more

On this earth we are all tenants
But why is man so much cruel
Destroying the home that they rent
I blame China for this plague

They know the devil they let loose
From Pandoras and test tubes
So stay lockdown in your abodes
Waiting for a miracle…

Every morning through the window
I stare at these empty streets
And fall back to my we pillows
Blaming China for this plague.

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

Corona: Tomorrow died yesterday

Armageddon is having fun
Ever since the blue skies collapsed…
Humanity hops, jumps and runs
Falling into core heat of hell
Where our hopes are melted by darkness
And a billion heavy eyes pour
On the pulpits I once believed…
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

The dark age has refused to end
Everyday across the world
The pandemic claims tonnes of souls
We await sunny days to come
When the world would be healed again
But how can she, when she is dead
And today is not guaranteed
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

God must have turned His back on us
Allowing wind of death have fun
With the overwhelming scores
Of gasping breaths and dried skulls
Even the great walls are falling
Like London bridge, deep into pits
Of shades they normally destroy…
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

Hurricanes accompanying pains
Pushed, shoved, subdued and blown away;
Our Almighty Guardian Angels
Have left us to our mortal fates
Across the world, we realize
That nothing on Earth is certain,
Until I see healed tomorrow,
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

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

Corona: Our Inhumanity

Would the sun ever regain her brighten?
Would corona coronation stop being heightened?
Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear
No one wants common cough to come near
Just a mere sneeze yet we run fast for our dear lives
And at times I wish the pandemic truths were all lies…

Ever since we activated social distance, and lockdown mood
Stocking the entire house with stuffs and foods
The chances of death by malnourishment increased
The tiny flowing love in our healths suddenly ceased
Though both the rich and the poor became leveled
The greed and love of money refused to bend a kneel.

Man’s inhumanity to humanity is just beginning
The price of commodities are skyrocketing
All for the sake of the deadly virus combat
Which rumours have it that it came from Chinese’s bats
But that is not the topic I speak of right now
Neither is it the honest reason why I frown

Hold on, why is the mind of mankind filled with dark chars
Gathering wealth in times of war, everyone keeps going far
Obviously, humans and Devils are so much alike
Ever thought; “what if I don’t make it out alive
Would I take these money bags with me to the grave”?
If the answer is no; I see no reason for an inhumane crave.

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

Corona is karma

I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse made reverse flip
She flooded streets, with a reset,
Giving them back all in their bank

Accordingly, appropriately
Cutting sockets, kicking buckets
Lots of bodies, foes and Buddies,
Were stacked like logs, and scared of bugs…

“Dirt kills not an Africa man”
Oh sorry, not those type of men
Who corruption has eaten deep
Beyond depths meant for sinking ship

Now, the center hold not anymore
Beans are empty in cooking pot
And our Hopes are dead in weevils
I heard someone casting Devils

All blames they pushed but he stayed put
In hell, watching landing birds pooh
He had no hand, sins of our land
Exhumed from sands from end to end

Wedges were down and mere touchdown
For personal gain, and golden crowns
Then borders crossed, the virus tossed
Dirt we overpowered, now kills us

We fight world war three, without arms
Which all began from the pigs farm
And self enrich but now they itch
Even as they could turn to fish

With ten fins and bladders to swim
The tears that rain pours out cruel pain
Coming from drugs and outside laws;
Stay far apart; stay sanitized

More than a gun headshot begun
Aiming at rich lessons it teach…
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse, had many flips.

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

Corona Virus

I know you are scared to touch
Anything I comb and brush
But I was once just like you
In test tubes, where I was scrolled

I have seen many of me
Kick the bucket, part of me
Kept on going regardless
Till I got loosed and undressed.

But I chose love in the air
Feeding on hearts that fear
Invading body organs
Of all I come in contact.

I have so conquered Europe
With a single viral rope
Well, let’s not talk China
We know by now who I am

And the whole world is scared
Americans I paint red
Take a deep breathe dear, so I
Can come inside and hide

They kill me, but I must feed
Relatives and my kids
Africa I run to hide
But I met doom by the side

When scotching sun smouldered
Like it were sanitizers
But who would tell the world
This soldier is not by blood

But just striving to live
Though somehow he unweaves
The knits of the living
In few weeks of invading….

I know you are scared to touch
Anything I comb and brush
But I was once just like you
In test tubes, where I was scrolled.

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