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Politics: Let’s face the fact

The origin of inhumanity
And its verified etymology
Is a distraction and contradiction
To the essence of true democracy….
…Hey!!! Enough of those jaw breaking grammars.

Just like the case, of an ugly monkey
And as a mother always love her kids,
I am so compelled to love my Nation
Yet she keeps splashing raw eggs on my face
Saying; “you can’t do more than died rats”.

Each time she does that, a rebel is born
Bad is never good till the worst happens
Of course, Rome wasn’t built in a day, but
The envisaged came from the same kitchen
That shortchanged silver spoons without a spoon.

Fear the men of oaths than those holding guns
They are the sheep outside, but wolves within
Playing, “the more you look, the less you see”
It seems that politics is never clean
More growth, the deeper the sink in the sea.

Ask no questions of egg and the chicken
When both bold and shy crates are empty
And plates have never been graced by proteins;
Politicians meant to serve the people
And not for their self enriching pockets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Water off a ducks back

Politics is nothing but staged tricks
Drop a valuable leaf inside these box
So I give voice to voiceless reward.

Crown mine if thy wish to go to mars
For inside my speech is sweet coated bars;
As soon as I step on thy staged tricks

Dogs turn stray with thick blood sucking ticks
While I become an ineffective shark
Like the water rush off a duck’s back.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unemployed

Ack! There are bones
In our wardrope
Boo-hoo… We cry
For one two three
Lectures we crammed.

Aye! Stand and Ascend
The throne of head
Graduate; we try
Leap then to fly
But the school lied.

Eek! So surpised
Street hot, class iced…
In bed we tie
Joblessness lies
Future seems denied.

Hunh! Wallets throw
And joints we roll
Liquor we buy
We stay so high
Devil our mind.

Mwah! hugs no kiss
Snakes can’t hiss
Cats don’t die
Searching for pie
A spot to land.

Yum! We go home
With spits that foam
On mummy’s pie
And her hot fry
We eat in yard.

Yuck! kids nextdoor
Grow bad odour,
You, them and I
Who once said hi
Say bye, then hide.

Tick the time ticks
Hairs changing ink
Low key we stay
Red, day by day…
…Unemployed…

Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
© 2017, Vinzpoetry
Lines: 40 lines
Syllable: 4-4-4-4-4

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