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World leader’s strings

I am only a girl
And I have been through hell

He holds me so closely
Caressing me dearly…

His grip is firm and huge
In him I seek refuge

I am like the musical
Cruel case of Africa

Playing to master’s touch
Whose kneel I made my couch

Symmetry in Nature
Altered in the future

Fetching nothing but pain
“Ti’s for the best”; he claims.

©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

Dark Christmas

While your kitchens
Ooze fried chickens
And groceries
Are tall storeys
This Yuletide
I am that child
Compelled to cope
Having no hope
For baked salads
On Christmas day.

While your wardrobes
Are filled with clothes
As you complain
Of colours plain
And type of shoes
To match new gowns
This Yuletide
I am that child
That have nothing
But sad outing.

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

Years of Buharism

Oh Nigeria, my Nigeria
Do we have to be rooted here
Is it bad to have faith in you
When denial is long over due.

We prayed for growth to be better
But tides of grief spread all over
Washing our faiths, replacing hopes
With bullets and some suicide ropes

We prayed for capable leaders
The ones who would be our Messiahs
But we got pins in our buttocks
Hurting much more than we can talk

Dead butterflies in our stomach
Breeds sufferings we used to lack
Our eye sockets are wet and soaked
With force of tears that erupt rocks.

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

Dead before honor

I have got a mix of cold and fire,
So in need of a million naira,
To help fulfil innermost desires

Sadly I keep getting failed promises
My calls they all deliberately miss
Should I die now, there will be a bliss

Many would cry for me childishly
When am laid, they would smile sheepishly
Feasting and spending so lavishly.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

City of hardship

I grabbed a bull’s horn
It is no more fun
Please should God return
Let Him remember me
Devil don’t feel
Pains life got on me
Dried tank in my car
Same brush, the same tar
Living in Africa.

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

Nigeria: Eating flesh, gifting bones

It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Disparity
Between parties
Pose such pity
In my city.

Poverty sketch
Hits highest pitch
Those who eat flesh
Gift bones and preach.
It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.

Many reach heights
To detach sight
From fingers that
Fed them in past
Disregarding
The beginnings
And forgetting
Humble gardens.

Seems the rich aim
At sending rain
To combat strain,
But make more gain;
And, not to sink
They kick, poor pick
Demeaning rocks
Praising rich folks.

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

Nigeria: Plight of the graduates

Mother…!! are you in deep sleep
Can’t you see, reality
Is pumping loads of hardship
To the land, called Nigeria.

The fruit hangs at the topmost
But educational system
We all had depended on
Has provided a broken stem

Millions gets to the forest
Only to see empty bushes
Fruits on trees are illusion
Going red on extinctions.

More people are signing to
Modern slavery, anything to
Leave the shores, of Africa
….Who would we put the blames on…

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Stagnant Lake


There is no need ruling
For plebs to peruse at glitters
And whales in a stagnant lake
While your stomachs turn pots.


There is no need painting
A rusted iron rooted in water
Whose salinity is at its peak
Corroding as a hell on earth.


There is no need hiding
Or shying away from matters
That could heal our weak links…
And end the present hardship felt.


There is no need saying
We are pretty, when it is filters
And powders that makes us sleek
Yet plebs dwell and live in regret.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Human Killers

Every home has its pillars
When broken, all shall collapse
Yet death is not the true killer
In this world
Of increasing embezzling masses

Today you hear money missing
Later you hear whistleblowing
And the destruction of bonds
Resulting from
Mismanagements of funds.

To me, the universe suffers
Because of what greed offers
How can someone hide large sum
In his apartment,
When humans are dying in poverty.

My anger is not vested upon theft
But the lives lost directly or indirectly
Associated to poverty daily
When someone,
Has the controlling force to evade such.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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