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Inundated (Novembers’ tenth sunrise)

Dedicated to my Cousins

Inundated (Novembers’ tenth sunrise)

The battle had been won;

Well, almost.

Reunion, some soldiers returned

Others plan to;

May-be tomorrow…

‘Good morning ma’

They might have said

After morning prayers before breakfast

Now… hearts in dashing pupil

Options ran inundated

Like bullets and Diallo

Response in a blink

Phone rang in marathon;

Skeptic plead universe

For paramedics and miracles

Turned powerless oracles in Agbor

‘Please confirm before embalming’

A female voice cried believing in miracle.

Vultures gathered around the tent-top

Tenth sunrise in November

My family must remember

With winked faces inundated with tears.

By Onyeche Vincent E. Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Comments

This is one of the bitter-days calamities. I heard the news; ‘she is dead’. Wish I could be more useful. Not even my words could calm things; my big cousins lost their mum; my aunt.

Early Morning Mayhem

8:04 AM Thursday July 22, 2010

Early Morning Mayhem

At the crack of dawn

No smile uh

I hate you!Who did that and who did this?

‘Not in front of the kids’ Eye to eye, finding faults, exchanging blows

Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers

‘Stupid family!’ regretting membership to the households

Even neighbors find witches in themselves

Dogs, cats, birds and beasts wonder who the animal is

The wrong side of bed, regular to the neighborhoods.

 

‘Not again!’
The hot air at the crack of dawn had preheated

‘Fool, stupid man!’
Out of like, love, extreme dislike and hatred.

First light, combating all weekdays even to a holy Sunday

I’ll slap you!’
Ministers, preachers, pastors and members of clergy

Present or to be in the expectations, redheaded finding faults

Exchanging blows, pouring curses, bringing down the dark skies,

Confusion in the family, no peace to the sun-scotching afternoon

When the moon stands an eyeball to an eyeball to its’ charger

And every peace lover is too busy in alone idle or commerce.

 

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

 

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