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The politicians

There is a deep dark hole
That swallows shrinking souls

This dark hole is manmade
And the arts never fades.

Wish truth could be embroiled
And service be recoiled

So promises could come true
For the sky to stay blue.

But dead are the chariots
And Angels before us.

The champagne births an ace
Even with a smooth face

But long legs always win
And many are turned in

Enjoying pool of blood
Slitting throats with sharp swords

Sharing sweats, drinking tea
Blind indeed is justice.

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

Dead men tell lies on May 29th

29th May hurts….!!!
Of what use are boats
If they can not float
Politicians pie
Countless lies on lies.

Lying through the teeth
Out comes the sworn oath
Last lines they recite
The flags are replaced,
Signs of the new race.

Up goes the bullets,
Twenty one loud shots,
Another man to eat
Another zone defaced
To frustrate the new face.

©2019 http://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Reading the unpublished script of independence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

Sonnet: Critical case of Politics

The dust of harmattan began spinning
While leaves from “Iroko trees” were rotating

An overdue pregnant woman knelt down singing
“God make her pregnant” people were praying;

Yet the little foetus in her kept kicking
And the pains beside were excruciating

Some saw she was pregnant but kept on doubting
The credibility of what she was bearing

Young blood needed, tired of redefining
Leadership that has no true meaning

Everyone around her were but perusing
With the mind of the very same old thing

Casting out votes reciting and rejecting
The young she birthed and unborn from ruling.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Cycle of politicians

Hello pigs and Bunche
We all need to launch
And ascend places much
Better than broken clutches.

Our Nation crashes
At the blink of the lashes
And bad diets from trash
Popping from campaign brush.

The more we look; less we see
Soon as you win, you flush
And retract, by being hush
Falsely feeding our brains,

Desire to push for lunch
Still turns us to staunch
Politicians and fresh
Burnt meat in the bush.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Wind of change

Round and round
The earth goes;
The wind blows
The electorates…

Whose thumbnails
The ink stains;
The wind blows
Dusty periods.

Do not preach
Changing wings;
Enough of these
Chains and lakes…

Feel the whirl
Dry hot winds;
Our skin cries
Dehydrated we feel.

Do not preach
Future please;
A day after
Clogging our eyes.

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