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Self destruction

Memories will; in due time fade
But not this kind; I am stuck on
A diving bell underneath waters.

Water of tears, ashes and smokes
Giving-up; might just turn out to be,
The best idea, there is to this

Please don’t take it the wrong way;
There is just no other way out
Between the Devil and deep blue Sea

Slitting my throat, is so far from ego
But I have to go now than to pick up
Same shattered pieces by tomorrow.

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

Nigeria: Slice me if I become a piggy politician

There were once clans of great people
Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs
All across the River of Niger and Benue
Until amalgamation came to hide the thrones.

Colonial masters united her yet in disunity
Because there is strength in diversity
But people forgot her ethics and divinity
Picking up new fights for Islam and Christianity.

It then seems as if freedom was a mirage
When toy soldiers stepped up with childish mentality
Egocentricity, leading her to war without amenities
Reading the unpublished script of independence

Many innocent flesh fell under the bullets
Indeed the British joined bad to evil outlets
It was in June twelve, nineteen ninety three
Men turned gods and destroyed history…

Democracy they say but the military act
Under the control of pigs called politicians,
Let’s not forget the oil money boom
And how they looted and shipped wealth abroad,

Nigeria was just an innocent sweet girl
Until these bastards raped her so bad,
Now she is lost in a shadow of herself,
I pray she revives and become great again

Until then, should I become a politician
And follow the same evil footsteps of pigs
Call in the butcher to slice my meat
And please when you order do not pay for it.

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

Hell of a place…

This was once the floor I laid
Whom I craved and so adored…

One I was hundred percent sure
Until it mixed my baking flour

With beautiful ashes and dust
Covering gun powder and rust.

Hence, I am a running fly
Running from sorrows and lies

Pouring down like southern rain
Served as cakes, to wash my brain

On and by the floor, where I lie
Is a place I never wish to die.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Slow burn

Challenges around me
Are as tall as a tree,
With branched frustrations
And no root that functions;

All leaves in my life
Holds a bleeding knife
So I don’t show the world
My slow burn by mere words.


At times I disappear
From my outer wear
That doesn’t make me less
Of a well stretched dress

At times I ketchup
To hide my burnt scallop
Not because I am quiet
Or because I have no wit


At times I zoom off
Even before the kickoff
Not because I am scared
But words never said

My head is cruiser heavy
And my eyes are damn misty
This red bones I dare not show
In a world not white as snow.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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