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Save another victim

Blood on my hands, only ghosts comprehend
Vouching for a lion action is like defending
Children outside their mother’s womb
I and many others, are buried alive in tomb

Yesterday, I stared at the living dead
It took my strength, several rivers I cried
I tried to scream, I tried stretching my hands
Front and back, he thrust fast and hard.

He got up, tucked his lobe inside his robe
Ripped off, I stared at the miserably ropes
My brain boiled, my heavy heart brawled
As tears dripped, so did my bloods crawl

I had always thought he couldn’t hurt a fly
Little did I know like a fox he was a sly
How could safe haven bring terror to me
…Hi everyone, an angel did this to me!

Stop condemning and casting stones at me
For accusing an Angel who keeps abusing me
Kill me if you may, but save another child
Act now, justice delayed is justice denied.

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

Nigeria: Dying rather than living

I am a fruit of a great giant tree
But dirty political practices
And failed judiciary systems
Plucks me unripened off the stems.
Darkness have eroded me…
Hello; can anyone hear me,
Or see my seeds by the saddle
Stuck in a thick dark shadow
Where the light is far from near…
Here, I am overwhelmed with fear
Fear of an unknown tomorrow
As a result of the greedy blows
From lavish vanishing magicians
All in buckets as strong politicians,

Annoyingly, they are all scums
Abusing offices, stacking large sums
But who would you even blame
When Nigerians are after names;
Am a Lawyer, in an ill judiciary
Well, that’s a topic for another diary
But please hold on, let me flow;
In this terrifying shadow
I hear the police siren
Sincerely, I rather be dying
Than demanding help from them
For they will destroy my gem
Taxing me for mobilizing fees
Stinging me like the honeybees.

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

Haiku: Color of tears

Pits I fell and cried
Pouring all out like a child
Painted pain don’t hide inside.

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

African Tamarind

When I look into what everyone sees
I see a city, they call an ever green
A city that was built by Robin Hood
Stealing and giving to a yellow wood

Hiding the existence of an African plum
Telling me my soil breeds only worms
Cursing Nature by playing the master
Who cracked shells for seeds to foster

Sprouting out seeds called my brothers
Related by blood but not by sisters
Rome wasn’t built in a day, please save
The story hey you diaspora modern slaves

Until you deep your feet in your own shoe
You will not realize who is really fooled
Even Apples fall not far from its trees
As a citizen, you are liberal but far from free…

The second largest continent yet an ant
In the sight of others who aren’t stagnant
Even Angels can’t keep loving a child
Who sour the sweetness deep inside…

Each time I see a tamarind plum
I always critic the African poems
Not as a racist but deep in here
I speak in pains, hoping we hear clear.

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

Sonnet: Ladies tholes

Her beautiful is far from creams
The figure, of many wet dreams

Wolves were born, to scream her name
While dogs often cry under her flame

Evidence might often pass blames
Secrets don’t hide a dog’s shame.

Some love birds extends the bounce
Walking to alter with some plans

Under the spoon she hold a house
By the rounds; of all chores she does

She develops stretch marks;
As the moon light effects her frames

Within worries and all the aches
Are the millions of pains she tholes.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My dark moment – (By Perkins and Vinz)

Deep in my dark moment
When heartbeat drums to burst
With tongue of swollen crust
My tears falls on cement,

Down my cheeks while I blink
Round my lips soft as silk
Dilation, of red inks
Bleeding ruin like soured milk.

It makes me full of fright
For daylight turn to night
Watery blurry sight
Pain so heavy in might.

Now I am shy to meek
Dogs give my chin a lick
For weight has made me sick
Gravic; I feel so weak.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Sholukumi Perkins Ayemienokpe
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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