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Corona: Tomorrow died yesterday

Armageddon is having fun
Ever since the blue skies collapsed…
Humanity hops, jumps and runs
Falling into core heat of hell
Where our hopes are melted by darkness
And a billion heavy eyes pour
On the pulpits I once believed…
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

The dark age has refused to end
Everyday across the world
The pandemic claims tonnes of souls
We await sunny days to come
When the world would be healed again
But how can she, when she is dead
And today is not guaranteed
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

God must have turned His back on us
Allowing wind of death have fun
With the overwhelming scores
Of gasping breaths and dried skulls
Even the great walls are falling
Like London bridge, deep into pits
Of shades they normally destroy…
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

Hurricanes accompanying pains
Pushed, shoved, subdued and blown away;
Our Almighty Guardian Angels
Have left us to our mortal fates
Across the world, we realize
That nothing on Earth is certain,
Until I see healed tomorrow,
Don’t tell me morrow will come.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona is karma

I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse made reverse flip
She flooded streets, with a reset,
Giving them back all in their bank

Accordingly, appropriately
Cutting sockets, kicking buckets
Lots of bodies, foes and Buddies,
Were stacked like logs, and scared of bugs…

“Dirt kills not an Africa man”
Oh sorry, not those type of men
Who corruption has eaten deep
Beyond depths meant for sinking ship

Now, the center hold not anymore
Beans are empty in cooking pot
And our Hopes are dead in weevils
I heard someone casting Devils

All blames they pushed but he stayed put
In hell, watching landing birds pooh
He had no hand, sins of our land
Exhumed from sands from end to end

Wedges were down and mere touchdown
For personal gain, and golden crowns
Then borders crossed, the virus tossed
Dirt we overpowered, now kills us

We fight world war three, without arms
Which all began from the pigs farm
And self enrich but now they itch
Even as they could turn to fish

With ten fins and bladders to swim
The tears that rain pours out cruel pain
Coming from drugs and outside laws;
Stay far apart; stay sanitized

More than a gun headshot begun
Aiming at rich lessons it teach…
I have a dream, and in that dream,
Apocalypse, had many flips.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mourner’s Anthem

Title: Mourner’s Anthem

When breeze blow the dust follows
In my arms I watched her go
Now I know why Jesus wept;
Wish she has Lazarus fate

To just return for our sake
So eyes turn not into lakes;
I wish we could fend of death
And grant her lungs one more breath

But here we are; so surprised
That she had chose not to rise
Nor stretch forth her arms to hug
Pretending to tag along

Tears of sorrowful pains rolled
From my eyes it slowly dropped
I wish I could do anything
Like snap back to reality

Where she will be in kitchen
Singing songs while cooking;
Here we are, the both of us
Accepting lines between us.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Imploding Tears

Only an Aunt can give hug
Like a mother, carry lugs
Like sisters, going miles
Like friends with a sweet smile.

Before my tongue was bitter
I swung by to check on her
And wish her quick recovery
Seventy-five is young to me.

Laid on resuscitation
But seeing her condition
Breathing long, slow deep and hard
I sensed another graveyard.

We rushed her for a brain scan
She gave up right in our arms
Though my composure did win
My tears fell louder within.

God gives, and takes at His time
Now that you are gone, please find
An eternal peace and rest
Adieus Aunty, God knows best.

#R.I.P Mrs. Okwurumgbe Clara (Nee Onyeche) #Mama Nwarinma #18/03/2020 #3:38pm

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unending Nights

The race of rocks in me, nurse an aged fear
For it seems bad news swing by every year
First it was Uncle Pius who disappeared
Then Mama left us cold, bitter in tears…

Back then, O’yo yo’ we used to sing
Running to Baba to get a hug and swung
He made us laugh louder than bells can ring
He deserved more than can ever bring.

The curtains were open; well, that was yesterday
I had called in to say; “hello” today
Only to be told, he was gone with the rays
To join our ancestors who watch and pray.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hunger, the true virus

At times I wish, hunger hits hard
On the rich too, so they understand
And feel the cruel pains, of lost souls
Who before turning ghost had no home.

At times, I wonder why the world is bias
Behaving like everyone inhale special gas
Whereas we are all one and the same
Living on earth, with various prides and shames.

Upon hearing pandemic, we all turn cold
Terrified that curtains will abruptly close
Whereas daily people untimely kick buckets
All because they run on empty stomachs.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona Virus

I know you are scared to touch
Anything I comb and brush
But I was once just like you
In test tubes, where I was scrolled

I have seen many of me
Kick the bucket, part of me
Kept on going regardless
Till I got loosed and undressed.

But I chose love in the air
Feeding on hearts that fear
Invading body organs
Of all I come in contact.

I have so conquered Europe
With a single viral rope
Well, let’s not talk China
We know by now who I am

And the whole world is scared
Americans I paint red
Take a deep breathe dear, so I
Can come inside and hide

They kill me, but I must feed
Relatives and my kids
Africa I run to hide
But I met doom by the side

When scotching sun smouldered
Like it were sanitizers
But who would tell the world
This soldier is not by blood

But just striving to live
Though somehow he unweaves
The knits of the living
In few weeks of invading….

I know you are scared to touch
Anything I comb and brush
But I was once just like you
In test tubes, where I was scrolled.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hot for all

We blacks got the body of a goddess
So soft as a fur, an all-round bliss
Even at eighty we will still be hot
Our hearts are the type, never to be hurt
Intimacy with us is a detoxicant
Our love have all eternal relevance
Longevity nature brings as we sprout
With a type of flame never burns out.
Beyond the walls of Earth we are the best
Even in the grave, we will still look hot
Our dark flesh are the type, never to be burnt
Hence God charged His Angels over our head
But the way we rock, turn, twist and fend
Makes even the Guardian Angels to feel lust
Indeed; we black colored skinned are the best.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fall to rise

I sowed to reap fruits
But got uprooted roots
I awaited helpers
Yet got more takers
Now more than ever.

Yes, I am frowning
For, I am drowning,
And so on my own
Trying to make home,
In full flesh and bone…

Outcome dock my tail
More I try I fail
And fall on wrongs slides
More turbulent tides
Never fail to hide

From hot pot to fire
Consuming desires
Seems like luck and I
Got issues somehow
That tears fill my eyes

If you are falling
Like I am falling
Free your mind, let go
There are times that holes
Are best to regrow.

Worry not that none
Assisted your corn
Seeds that fall harder
Decay, grow better
Richer and stronger.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Letter to terrorism

May calamity betide thee supporting ills
Beyond all reasonable doubt in crystal clear
Factually, if I were death, breath wouldn’t know thee.

Though opinion belong to all under the blue sky
Just like seeds, some are fruitful while others are not
Misleading and bearing forth Devils of stillbirth

I wonder what thou seeth in evil indulgence
And I curse the wind of death for not locating
And eradicating thee before thy cells swam

Winning the contest of a million sperm and eggs
Allowing black sheep to be born as advocates
Of negative change of defaults and narrative.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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