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Dead men tell lies on May 29th

29th May hurts….!!!
Of what use are boats
If they can not float
Politicians pie
Countless lies on lies.

Lying through the teeth
Out comes the sworn oath
Last lines they recite
The flags are replaced,
Signs of the new race.

Up goes the bullets,
Twenty one loud shots,
Another man to eat
Another zone defaced
To frustrate the new face.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

Nigeria: Today’s Missile

Disparity of low and high
Had given me an evil sign

Coming as a million crate
Signalling, will Atiku wait

For the million missiles far…
Kano, Kastina and Kaduna

I know thumbprints do not lie
But, stop counting the ways I die.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Welcome to Nigeria

Welcome to Nigeria
Where we love our tribe so much
That we let it destroy us.

From twenty-fifteen
She pleaded for a solution
To end the heat and dry bones.

Now; twenty-ninteen
We are to remove bad blood
And infuse a better one

But we kick the doctors,
Run out of facilities
And set it all on fire.

Welcome to Nigeria
Where we love our tribe so much
That we let it destroy us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Atiku’s Cross

What can the Eastern wind do
What can the Rainforest do
When the heats from the North
Are “dying moistures of hope”
Aided by the center tears
And the broom from West
Fervently sweeping droplets
Falling to dust off dark clouds
Fuming the entire green.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Outcomes

A grey log of wood
Arrogant and rude
Poorest of the rules
Thinking we are fools.

Guess, maybe we are
Foolish, or not far
From being one, thus
We lost facts in us.

Propelling same old
Tall weak, empty head
Who called us lazy
Are we that crazy?

So incompetent
Yet we still thumbprint
For the rigid pole
Spilling bloods in poll.

This is not for fish
Nor broom and hate speech
But I do not like
When Nike is called Mike.

I must have to sleep
Hope the dream is sweet
But do not wake me
If he’s who to see.

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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: Thrusting Mother (Part 3)

Inevitably, they spread mother’s leg
Drugging each other with impotent drugs
Designed to terminate all motile cells
Hence before arrival, tomorrow dies.

But if by verdict the small bumps shoot out
The sexist deny, and fail to recall;
Sugary promises made while he climaxed
But stick to excuses poured when he climbed down.

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

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Nigeria: Thrusting Mother (Part 2)

Another time and, another moment
Queues go long, for pressing thumbs and cards
Propagandas turn jumbo jets in clouds,
Whence it seems convincing, all pigs have horns.

The Devil and Demons change into saints
Even speechless begin to shout and sing
“When she grows bumps I will be there for her
And tomorrow; no matter the weather.

Like milk, I’ll do nothing to spoil them
Like eggs, I’ll hold them with extreme care
Our mother’s sky, would have pies”; they snore
Sadly, am allergic to snoring pigs.

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

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Nigeria: Thrusting Mother (Part 1)

Our father’s land is but great Nigeria
Obviously, who happens to be mother
Same mother these pigs burrow through
Thrusting and pouring out evil semens
Hence; I call a bad pig, motherfucker.

Excuse the word, if it is offensive
As in the case of urges, pigs beg for it
Promising all in all, heavens on earth
Like they would die, without having it
Soon as they park in, they pack and leave.

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

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