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The Obi effect
A single mouth is hard to find
Amongst a people of tribalistic minds...
The slightest wind is never wedged
We rather our townsmen unqualified
Than an outsider most qualified;
Religion and politics gets it amplified...
Outside the window, we most times bind
But politics scares and makes us blind
Because we left the race for crooks to ride
And they chose to be so uncivilized...
Suffering has befallen the land
Yet our leaders embezzle and fold their hands...
Out of the blues, came a chance to rebuild
The unfaltering never disappeared
"Nigerian youth's choice" he was named
Although sensationalized,
The movement was an organic trend
A new Nigeria should not be hampered...
"The Obidients", as they were called,
Were wiser and ready to cut off weeds...
Voluntarily, they played their strings and beads
And were ready to uproot any evil seed
Labour Party the underdog, was the Shepherd
That will cleanse our dear land...
The wave was a type, rare to find
Echoing; "no more room for half bake breads"...
But after all was hopefully said,
For selfish gain some aided and abetted
In vote rigging for the rotten eggs
Win or lose, the grumbling voices were heard
And I hope we get it right, moving forward.
©2023 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The era of mist
About a white greenish flag;
Symbolizing endowment
Meant to be inherited…
Soil, air and underground
Blessed with the best ever found
Trenches infantry was born
And to die for its honor,
All the edges are bloodstained
Heroes past will be ashamed
By each dawn, we sink deeper
Catching cruise with the fever…
Patriotism must stay green
Ultimately, I agree
But the love, the strength and faith
I ought to serve with is late.
Looking at the lofty bags
And millions of dirty rags…
Promises float high like mists
We can see but never reach
The suffering in the land
Has totally gone out of hand
Yet we sell our votes and soul
To the bloody dirty pol…
Birthright they claim while they rep
Deaf they play and never help
Corruption trends without fear
Gulping now and future share
At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
But I have lost faith and hope
In both the old and the whelp.
© 2022 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuwkwu
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Nigeria: The prohibited Area
Niger and Benue rivers are flowing
But the tidal waves within are not helping
Reasons uncountable boats are cap-sided
While searching for liberty or daily bread.
Ever since two parallel lines are meeting
Democracy lost it actual meaning
In a once-upon-a-time great kingdom
Where the mighty Eagle once had freedom.
From a distance she stares at the cage
Of which she is locked within to engage
In arguments of distracting topics
While politicians desecrate the pride of the tropics.
In Politics, nothing seems to be working
Aside illegalities and thuggeries
Priding on wings in prohibited areas
They chopped off, acquiring more honoraria
They are the dirt, same-time the broom
Looting and misleading the land to doom
Seemingly, they are keen to uprooted roots
Extinguishing sparks and killing truth…
Definitely, there ought to be a way
Out of this cage, either at night or day
It has never been placing a foot in front
Rather, we who are manned to shoot ourselves on sight.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Let’s not go back to 2020
There was blood between two greens,
After the peace and unity disagreed
The young bloods came out singing
With purpose as they were marching.
The birds hummed promises to fix the error
Yet they changed the name “error” to “terror”
Was it that, the protest had no direction?
Or was it just another, pull them down syndrome?
Answers came from centres that began to tear
Forming thick black fumes in the air
As properties and structures were set ablaze
Insane it was, seeing anyone truly amazed.
Many young bloods came out stretching their claws
In a once peaceful protest turned to war…
Lost was the hope that was left
After the trained turtles sprayed bullets.
Indeed tempos arose, in all directions
The birds announced there would be sanctions
But the rage of terror never ceased
Into the streets, more turtles were lunched
To calm things down, and maybe to shoot again…
In all, the greens and white were in pains
Seeing their characters loss global integrity
As the pawns were out absolutely in disunity
Those who had, and had nothing to lose brought knives
And most behaved like they had nine lives
Beheaded, but survived the many lies
From the birds, who sang, “no pawn ever died”
Politicians are all the same over the world
But for humanity we ought to build great walls
With peace and progress, yet we take a wrong path
Whereas just two Kings in chessboard is a still mate.
©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Politics: The egg on my face
I am a victim of multiple rapes
By youths and spring chickens hoarding grapes
They drill me deep in the streets for long lengths
Way before I got to age of consent
Now I am used to the egg on my face
Hence I never do run when I am chased
They shag my matrix and bruised my knees
Reopening the sores that tried to heal;
I am a victim of multiple rapes
By the dirty piggies that call my name
Don’t go to the zoo in search of them
Don’t go to the bush in search of them
Don’t go looking for flat snouts, small eyes
And large ears, within us they all reside
Appearing often on televisions
Looking at the world, without a vision.
©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Politics: The city hall
The rate of fresh blood is overwhelming
With enthusiasms always rising
While the toddlers grow to have wisdom teeth
The city hall in power never fleets.
It is not just the strange bedfellows
Neither the dirt part that always follow
But it is the impunity they have
Siphoning our resources while they serve.
Youthfulness is there to always savour
Although we have numbers in our favor
We just can never fight the city hall
Because they plant discord between us.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Politics: Seeking leadership
In these dark days,
When hell is winning
Cuckoos in the nests
Are so unruly,
We need good leaders
To transform the stage
And leopard’s spots
That never does change.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Running from foreigners and our politicians.
In the eyes of the world, we are so weak
Residing in a home where the roof leaks
Quenching taste with droplets from the ceilings
Instead of walking straight down to the stream.
In the eyes of the world, we are stupid
To dwell in the Nations of growth impedes
Whose flowers may never come into bloom
Residing in this very crooked home.
In the eyes of the world, they have it all
To unlock and walk through front and back doors
Making us turn to green around the gills
By mischiefs of experimental pills…
In the eyes of the world, we should break up
But we decided to stay away from storm in teacups
That has subdued us into cats caught tongues
And made us dead in the souls we belong.
©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Politics: Copycatting wrongly
Bad is never good until worst happens
We giraffe the leaders of the free world
Whose envisages were made to happen
By choosing humanity over swords.
We have failed to make our system rock
Yet, when we hear of a new discovery
We emulate it but it never works
It seems bad is where we derive glory.
The strength of our weakness lingers long
Abusing privileges on the table
Defining quintessence as being wrong
Bailing evil and misusing gavels.
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