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In the hands of the pigs

Down the streets, I see fierce men in blacks
Throwing punches and spraying bullets back
On both the dead guilty and the innocent
From such grief no man becomes a saint…

Down the streets, I pass everyday
There are a lot my eyes see and lips can’t say
If I were to write, I will run out of pages
It has been on since the rock of ages…

I see torn rags, I see fat pigs, I see hawks
I see ugly vultures perking clean rotten foods
I see little ants queueing for shrunken and fat pigs
Though most times the results are rigged…

At the other end where the grasses are green
I see different faces but the same within
For as they wear the authority band
The little ants and gullible expect a hand

A helping hand, but the route to end injustice,
Alongside corruption and malpractice
Causing sufferings to large extent
And institutionalized Government,

Making every under the roof look so dumb
As well as embezzlements in all forms,
Are the same routes fat pigs themselves pass
On a regularly on their way flying first class.

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Empty traps

The hustle and bustle never stops
The fishes are many in the sea

So, we cast our nets into the deep…

No food for lazy man, we all agree
Since animals are abundant in the wild
Strategically, I set our traps in the bush,

Yet every time I am so unlucky
As the fishes keeps swimming away
And the animals change their routes.

Most times when success is to come
Odds, chance and my preparedness Deliberately refuse to cross same paths.

Do not mock me, if all your own nuts
Have been benevolently cracked
After it was provided by the kind gods.

Please, never you call me, a lazy man
I made lots of efforts, but the outcome
Is still as ugly as a bad weather. 

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Gone tomorrow

I searched for scattered romantic petals
But got my heart scattered in pieces

Fair exchange is no robbery
But I got nothing for such love story

So, let the tears falling down through my chin
Erode me like flood, and get me a fin

To swim throughly through my demise
And if it is sight, let it freeze my eyes

I have been brused nothing can be worse
Than daily taking a turn for the worse…

So tonight while I cry like a baby
Don’t ever think there is a maybe

Of me swallowing my very vomits
Or me repeating same crimes I commit

Though it is, water under the bridge
To always forget, I will burn bridges

Tomorrow deserve none of these
But I need not another froggy kiss.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Avoid me

Please stay clear away from me
There are clouds following me
Dark and heavy, whirl and wild.

To the round drawing table
Back I go, when I tumble
Yet I fumble more and more.

Heaven joined, to renounce
Driving me into doghouse
Left to my own devices…

When I fail, I cry and try
But the tears refuse dry
Flushing me back into hell

I no longer take a chance
Since mountain labor gave mouse
As outcome each time I climb

Life has reduced me to tears
People too good, are my fears
So stay clear; away from me.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Morbid and Moribund

I trusted the horse’s heel and dog’s tooth
To me, it was love that conquers all
Well, I have loved and I have lost
It is better than not to love.

I learnt cats in gloves catches no mice
So to cupid, I gave my heart
Which in turn, changed into a world
Round in circles it rotates me…

My light purse made a heavy heart
But I found solace in my tears
Only for wounds to resurface
It is better than not to love.

Just when I was swept off my feet
There came poverty in the door
Then the love flew out the window
And so I am, all moribund.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Reasons to run (IV)

Oh what an ecstasy
To cry rivers in sleep,
Taking bullets from guns
And tears; yet, not move on.

If I bleed and still dance
And see no other chance
Other than to remain
And watch my own remains

I must have so fallen
So deep in the honey
But; I pray not to find
Such a love truly blind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Reasons to run (III)

Dead is melody without chemistry,
Running away fixes such broken pieces,
Providing a shade for the past to fade,
I just can not die, for a love not mine
It is like a train, travelling derailed
I get off the ride, that is not in stride.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Reasons to run (II)

Something can buy a soul
And make it all to glow

And the heart’s currency
Is love, why can’t you see?

Well, cupid close its eye
Love is a rather die

When it is rightly use
As a muse not misused

Don’t be a straight tree
In love that is unreal,

If it uproots the seeds
And it makes you to bleed,

Running away can stop
The tears that may drop.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Reasons to run (I)

From the point I see;
Viewing the blue sea

Fishes swim freely
But some are silly

Drowning into tracks
Of hooks and sharks.

I am not saying
That love is worthless

I still remember
Love is forever,

But the brave ones die
And foolish ones lie,

When cupids beguile
And leaves scars behind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Justice for Uwavera II

It pains to feel the pain
Or voice unheard complains
Dug out around the roots
And uprooted from the earth
Uwa was just a girl
Twenty two, so unfair
Raped and killed in the church
She didn’t deserve such.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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