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The era of mist

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
Symbolizing endowment
Meant to be inherited…

Soil, air and underground
Blessed with the best ever found
Trenches infantry was born
And to die for its honor,

All the edges are bloodstained
Heroes past will be ashamed
By each dawn, we sink deeper
Catching cruise with the fever…

Patriotism must stay green
Ultimately, I agree
But the love, the strength and faith
I ought to serve with is late.

Looking at the lofty bags
And millions of dirty rags…
Promises float high like mists
We can see but never reach

The suffering in the land
Has totally gone out of hand
Yet we sell our votes and soul
To the bloody dirty pol…

Birthright they claim while they rep
Deaf they play and never help
Corruption trends without fear
Gulping now and future share

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
But I have lost faith and hope
In both the old and the whelp.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuwkwu

Sanguine

You were part of our culture
With an integral function
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine!
Do you detest Nigeria
So much that you forgot her?

We became more divided
Ever since you were hard to find
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine
You were once our bedrock
Reason we do try out lucks

The fall of a dried leaf
Is roasting a million beef
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine
On the spot where it rots
A new life ought to sprout

Instead shadows grow tall
With claws tearing us all
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine!!!
Calamity lives here
Yet you left us to our tears.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Don’t close those eyes

Soon you will be off an infant cloth
And may encounter storms, dust and rust

Some achievements may seem a mirage
Unachievable until success emerge

Some days stale may be crystal clear
And the heart would harbor a million fear

Dear, just like the cows are sometimes farrow
Tomorrow comes with its own sorrows

And joy, though showing forth its negative signs
Cry whenever the sun refuse to shine

But never you loss hope in things you do
The adage, “Light at the end of the tunnel” is true

Darkest hour is always before the dawn
It springs eternal and hits a home run

The suspense it showers deep into life
Doesn’t mean you should forever shut those eyes.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hope, love and faith

My mountain labor brought forth a mouse,
When I climb I land in a doghouse

I seemingly fell to the devil’s bait
Tears and sorrows, were all I could create…

Outside the window, the rainbow stood out
Reminding me, my life was hell in a handcart

Upon each dawn, I was so declining
Not one cloud over me had a silver lining

It was as if I ran on sharp blades and knives
Chasing free cheese in the mouse trap of life

Head down, back against the wall, at the corner
I had almost let my ghost take over

Then I summoned courage to water a seed
And that was enough to bring me good deed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rare African Ray

Africa has seen
Horrifying moments
Destroy her fragile hearts
We still do…

And we still believe
That a dawn will bring forth
A ray to extinguish
This darkness.

Africans have been
Hoping for the longest
Dared, but it is the least
We can do…

And we still believe
That a ray can direct
All our paths and lead us
To greatness.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dawning of hope

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Every lion was once upon a time a cub
I know you’ve been through hell
But you have to keep your fingers crossed

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
The soil may dry while the sun scorches
But, you have to keep fighting, even as
The leaves are drying and falling

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Soon the heavy clouds will start to cry,
The stars are always above, though
It is visible only at night

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Even the moon is sometimes dull,
One after a time, wait for your shine
Don’t you feel bad, down and blue

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Remember tomorrow is in labor room
And the breaking of a new dawn
Must have been created, for hope

Do not make your enemies to rejoice
You might fall, but you can stand
So pick yourself back up, push on
Soon it shall be another history.

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

The strength of hope

Surrounded by the energies of negativity,
Emerging with a great charge of positivity
Even in a stinky dung or in a deep coma
The smell of hope has a pleasant aroma

At first, you sniff more than you should
Until you surrender your mighty taste buds
Even with logically evidence flying around
A lot of people will make discouraging sounds

But hope will stick with a great satisfaction
Giving the mind an awesome gratification,
Even the far fetched triumph is motivating
Creating that crazy sense of well-being.

Obviously, hope is that not everyone fancy
Many at times it is seen as complacency…
Even when it fixes a million wears and tears
Just because it is empty, they look elsewhere

No matter what may be on the other table
Hope makes man’s wants and needs; satiable
Even when doubts critic contentment
Hope seals all until success cement it.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My last cure

Dam by my morals
Scared of historic rials
My last cure is called hope
It kept me from suicide notes

I had sprouted huge detest
Fighting life with my breathe
And anything I could throw
So wedges could, let me roll…

You may ask, why am hurt
And why I can’t let it rot
Truth is, hopes have no bends
Am never bored on its bed.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Today is the seed

Better a small egg today
Than a fat hen tomorrow

Come see the rotten seed
Once bone dried and decayed

With no snow chance in hell
Now better and sprouting.

Come see the rotten seed
No one ever wished well

With problems aid, hope aided;
Now the best look of things

Better a mouse in the pot
Than no fried chicken at all.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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