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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: 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 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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