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Lost in void

Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,

No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course

When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,

Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.

The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh

Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…

How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,

Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…

How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.

© 2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Depth of sheds

Sirens wailing
Choppers hovering,
Nigeria
Now a war zone!

We were once one
Inseparable
Nigerians
Not anymore…

It hurts so bad
I do love the name
Nigeria
But not the pain…

Thousands as much
We work for peanuts;
Nigeria!
… Hate us that much?

Should we reject
Being born in here;
Nigerians
Or fix it all?

Who is to blame
Geo-region, tribes,
Nigerians
Smiling in pains?

Millions suffer
Dying of hunger;
Nigerians
Still kill their selves.

Oh yes, we know
Change is gradual;
Nigeria
We pay our dues

Yet you make it
Insignificant;
Nigerians
You scare away.

I am so soaked
Not in tears of joy;
Nigeria
But common pains

I wish I shed
A Crocodile’s tears
Nigeria
Each time you bled…

But I love you
Magnanimously
Nigeria
Reasons I cry…

These my tears are
Not from romances of
Nigerians
Nor their heartbreaks…

But from the fall
Of an iroko tree;
Nigeria
Heading down south

Stretching my hands
Unable to help
Nigeria
And help myself.

©2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lab rats in gloom

Where has the sun gone
Where has the moon gone
Where has the stars gone
Anarchy is now a norm.

Not the snow you know
Nor water that flows
Since high hit the lows
Nothing at all seems to glow…

Staring at the doom
Weaving like the loom
Threads of gloom that bloom
In Face-mask entry room…

Dress to kill indeed
No one cares breed,
Color, or the seed;
Dumping all sects and creeds…

Case of flap or die
Birds no longer fly;
Now Vials from blue skies
Claiming to restore life…

Vessels in the dark
Alight Noah’s Ark…
Injected on marked
Passports; We are lab rats.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Northeast Terrorists

You have a lot to answer
For rampage of another
Forcing kids to wear the kits
Of rapes, kidnaps and the slits.

Coldblooded!! because you can…
No one man, has a lifespan
To forever breath on earth,
Conscience ought to be the girth

Holding firm the human race
But you’ve chosen to misplace
Priority for your gain
Like you are some hurricane

Destroying anything you touch,
Those that survive use a crutch….
What do you gain taking turns
When watched kettle never boils?

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

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

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. 

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
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.

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