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Let’s not go back to 2020

There was blood between two greens,
After the peace and unity disagreed
The young bloods came out singing
With purpose as they were marching.

The birds hummed promises to fix the error
Yet they changed the name “error” to “terror”
Was it that, the protest had no direction?
Or was it just another, pull them down syndrome?

Answers came from centres that began to tear
Forming thick black fumes in the air
As properties and structures were set ablaze
Insane it was, seeing anyone truly amazed.

Many young bloods came out stretching their claws
In a once peaceful protest turned to war…
Lost was the hope that was left
After the trained turtles sprayed bullets.

Indeed tempos arose, in all directions
The birds announced there would be sanctions
But the rage of terror never ceased
Into the streets, more turtles were lunched

To calm things down, and maybe to shoot again…
In all, the greens and white were in pains
Seeing their characters loss global integrity
As the pawns were out absolutely in disunity

Those who had, and had nothing to lose brought knives
And most behaved like they had nine lives
Beheaded, but survived the many lies
From the birds, who sang, “no pawn ever died”

Politicians are all the same over the world
But for humanity we ought to build great walls
With peace and progress, yet we take a wrong path
Whereas just two Kings in chessboard is a still mate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fifty-nine shades of green

I know of a Nation celebrating fifty-nine
An aftermath of tears, especially mine
Daily, multitudes run away, even foetus will
Rebuke the Nation as if it were the Devil’s kill.

Obviously, this is Nigeria, anything can happen
Every independence day, makes me saddened
Evil that men did in the past is always reborn
Why wouldn’t flowers wither when the Sun is gone

Hate or love it, I’m a Nigerian to the fullness
It is not that I love the pains and the darkness
Neither is it that I can not run away but I got to know
That Nigeria is a marshmallow on many roles

Getting into the characters played by the politicians,
You and I who live lawlessly, taking a chance
Sunset and sunrise, tomorrow will be better so I feel..
No matter how thick our blankets impeding growth may be

We will one day, wake up to see we arrived
Into a city of our dreams and our strives;
Rome wasn’t built in a day, let’s get to it
And abort the years of pain, so Nigeria will be great.

Happy independence day! Nigeria

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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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Blackish

Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak

Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.

Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.

Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.

Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Copied democracy

Beside the green
And black stones
There lies a coal
Obsess of snow
And scared of fire..
Mimicking the chill
Of the snowballs.

At the singe
Its parts removes
Not over flames
Or red hot bar
But by white chars
Coated with steam
Strange to us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Chocholate Skin

Most gorgeous skin
Of my kith and kin
The best in the line
The best of hides

Most gorgeous skin
Finest they’ve seen
The best of brown
The beauty in tan

Poetic gesture
Mail to my kin
Good quality gel
Reflects from the shin

Their thigh and groin
Reveals inheritance
Chocolate skin
Sexy defined hips

My soft spot
My hot hide
Most gorgeous skin
Of my kith and kin

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The True Poesy

written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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