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The masses are also the problem
It is no news that the pigs are fat
As a result of the embezzlements
Taking politics as a personal farm
Eating from the labors of the ants…
I haven’t crossed the shores for sure
But I will place a bet, that wouldn’t fret
Or retract, having seen Eagles crawl
Passing piggery genes unto eaglets.
Accustomed to suffering and smiling
Whereas they hold the key to end the pains
Instead, they chose, fixing and buying
Assets for pigs to whom bills and taxes are paid.
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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.
©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
Dirty hustlers
The kitchen is filled up
With all manners of ketchups
Some are new and others old
Some light, others heavy load..
I find it difficult
To act like lawyers in court
Because we all are products
Of what society cooks.
Hard and smart, soft and swift
Streets sank feet; for ends to meet,
With deep cuts, they had no clue
Till system’s persuasion grew.
Fighting temptation was no cure
Embracing lifestyles far from pure
False figures brought sweet rejoice
Paying huge tithes in the church.
©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Masochistic World
Back on the bed
Job on the hand..!
Get it all peel
For an offer;
If you can pull
I give you a thumb.
These sadists trend
Ungodly trade
Picking up nail
And long hammer
To grab a bull,
By its own horn.
Exponential
Failure cum pain
Breeds bad results
And evil deed;
All for good end
She bows and bend…
I hope it shall
Condense and rain;
Why take graduates…
Through hell for bread?
Please be reminded;
You shall be judged.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Egg on our faces
How do we know the rotten eggs
When there are no water or bowls
To submerge them; for bad to float
How do we know the rotten eggs
When the hen, church and bows
Can’t identify its arrows, eggs and saints.
Hence soon as they win an election
Woefully, they throw eggs on our faces
Cementing it with the dust and flours
Hoarding us from our expectations
While they mess up our senses…
To embezzle our heaps to the floor.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
No more Tortoise signature in Naira Notes
No more Tortoise signature in Naira Notes
She is corrupt, they rank
Forgetting that they that know no evil will suspect none,
Please let embrace a changing world
For honesty comes after your honesty
It is the best policy
To enhancing to my great Nigeria politics.
Politics is never perfect,
Consent to its perfection from root to top
Like a palm-tree sincere to palm-wine,
Nigeria,
Let her honesty not only pay
But suit critics and everyman.
Now she crafty mould her toil
Honor lies in her honest toil
Not until then,
The tortoise signature
And that stingy magnetic field
Would be printed on the naira note.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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