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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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

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

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

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

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.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Atiku’s Cross

What can the Eastern wind do
What can the Rainforest do
When the heats from the North
Are “dying moistures of hope”
Aided by the center tears
And the broom from West
Fervently sweeping droplets
Falling to dust off dark clouds
Fuming the entire green.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Perfidy by the Prez

Light it up on the shrine,
Enough of blood and owls
Set ablaze old oak tress
Let the hawks gather smokes
Of freedom that shall come
Light it up for a change…
We did; as we were told,
Democracy still eats
Fowls from same pot in shrine
We were liberated from.

Now I wonder; what is
Of the positive change…!
We had clamoured for
Was is but a mirage
Many die every day
Under the thick dark smoke
Yet smiling; it is strange
We are where we are now
When we have the strong wings
To fly all heights and lengths.

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

Nigeria: Thrusting Mother (Part 3)

Inevitably, they spread mother’s leg
Drugging each other with impotent drugs
Designed to terminate all motile cells
Hence before arrival, tomorrow dies.

But if by verdict the small bumps shoot out
The sexist deny, and fail to recall;
Sugary promises made while he climaxed
But stick to excuses poured when he climbed down.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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