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Blown to go

Like floating feathers in the air
Lovely we always will appear
Some are higher touching the sky
Some just spread out their wings to fly.

Others are fighting to be light
Obviously none is ever right
Like floating feathers in the air
Lovely we always will appear.

Whether we are, or not off the ground
When it gets to our turns and rounds
Like floating feathers in the air
Lovely we always will appear.

Like floating feathers in the air
Lovely we always will appear
Till gravity draws us to floor
This life is not balance at all.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A painter called Earth

All memoirs fade, and goes with breath
Allowing more heads to grace the earth
Till time wash the memories off
There are wonders in paint and brush.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Question by the graveyard

I wonder where babies come from
I wish they could beat their drums
We will not wonder where to go
When withered and covered in holes.

Since none of us forever stays
So will I be wrong if I say
We all were never here on earth
Worrying over how death felt.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Cruel case of mankind

On a special day, breathe we found
Of course yes, we must have cried
We did not know when we were born
Worries were not ours, we were young.

As life may, we followed the tide
And do not know when we will die
Though some may luckily bid bye
The stream of tears never runs dry.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Justice for Uwavera II

It pains to feel the pain
Or voice unheard complains
Dug out around the roots
And uprooted from the earth
Uwa was just a girl
Twenty two, so unfair
Raped and killed in the church
She didn’t deserve such.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Floyd’s: Nine minutes

In space of nine minutes
Floyd just couldn’t breath
I bet he didn’t know…
But where did Angels go

Withered rose, broken vase
Now that the universe’s
Balance and harmony
Seems a sanctimony…

Isn’t the earth tired
Of cold bloodshed mired
Coming from another
Dark colored skin brother

Derek’s kneels is not new
I once thought we outgrew
Injustice, I was wrong
Nine minute to morgue

Those around did keep quite
Recording Floyd’s death
Yet marching together
Screaming: ‘black lives matter”.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Two faithfuls

Even when swimming in tears,
And drowning in sober reflection,
Even while the sky is falling
Amidst the petulance called Corona
And long dark shadow of death,
Laying still are two faithfuls
Two faithfuls of quality grey
Turning dust under the earth…

Two faithfuls of related blood,
Two faithfuls that never hid an hug
Two faithfuls whose teachings I received
As a little child and also as an adult
Two faithfuls, one in his mid eighty
And the other in her mid seventy
Two faithfuls buried a day in between
Two faithfuls of the Onyeche dynasty.

I did look away from the Priest
I searched for drones up to gaze
And any thing sort of a distraction
Just to take my drowning minds away
From two faithfuls and the undertakers
Oh life, oh life, oh life all I can say is;
It is well, dust shall we all return
One day when our clocks stops to run.

R.I.P dear Uncle and Aunt.

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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!

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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
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