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Shredding Shield

I grew up reciting the motto of Nigeria
Unity and faith; peace and progress…
Now unity is threatened by our faiths and believes
While peace and progress have both gone to voicemail.

There was this pleasure I derived from drawing
Our Coat of Arm, encoding natural resources
By shading shield black to symbolize our rich soil
Which ought to be our blessings but now, our greatest curse.

There was this satisfaction I got inhaling fragrances
From the abundant flowers that symbolized our beauty
Damn, we are gorgeous! but those days are gone
Ever since the shield broke and flowers began to wither.

There was this confidence I had while growing up
I felt super secured in the pockets of two wings.
Please did you see the Eagle that stood for our strength?
Not these shredded weak feathers falling off from the top.

There was this pleasure I derived from staring
At our great Coat of Arm, I craved to ride on
The left and right horses that symbolized our
Pride and dignity but now, the craving is in the grave.

I grew up admiring the mark on the shield
Which symbolized two great flowing Rivers
That met at a centre, that once upon a time held
The great and mighty; Nigeria, until things fell apart.

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

Sentimentalism

No man owns the great soil we stand
But our bloods are shed on this land
Skulls we count brings hatred to mind
North, South, East and West pick hand.

The golden ball is on your court
Wonder why it is difficult ?
The tender feelings never die
Nostalgia continues to fly.

Brains build an evil monument
One bad thing about sentiment
Is that she writes an alibi
Defending her all actions and

Those of her tribes, sisters, brothers,
Dad and mum, sons and her daughters
Whether they are guilty or not
Exculpation she drops alot.

We all have narratives to share
But do we have to destroy selves
When an atom of peace and love
Would give unity strengthen globe.

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

How can we be one

Blood pool in the east
Explosions down south
Hausa kill Igbo’s
Herdsmen kill farmers.

There are columns
That turns me off
Each time I am
Filling a form

I so dislike
The religions options
It makes me wonder
Whose God is right…

I so dislike
Columns of origin
And emphasis on
Local government…

Though we have
To identify
Our identity
And our zones

But that is what
The politicians use
To rip us apart
How can we be one?

When we have planted
A mustard seed
For the differences
In religion and tribe.

If you have the power
To correct our wrongs
Please listen to this lament
And cry for a united world.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Targets and guns

I heard on the radio
Different tribes dig holes
For another to ghost hoax
Politically incited toast pose


Honesty is never too late
My Nigeria will be great
When we all are rulers
Born or grown as leaders


Elected by facts not hype
Nor marked by stereotype
Or officially stained as bribe
Geographical region and tribe


My Nigeria will be great
One day, when we create
A mindset that we are one
Not dissimilar targets and guns.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Filling station

At the filling station,
White and black smoke
Attempts to make us choke

Rims kept spinning around
Heading to where hush sound
The birds sang, horns buzz

Insane walked free, sane squeeze
Queuing, suddenly saying bye
Seconds pass, others passed by

Young and old breath trooped in
For all sort of tanks refill
All colors present blended as one

Underneath the dark light
Where canopies made a shade
No man or woman had a blade

‘Buy my own, buy from me please
Many screamed, for hustle to ease
Some were smiling, others worried

But kept drinking and eating
Off the pocket for the items
They purchased, for desires

No apartheid, no damn favor
The doubled woman and working men
Sweat in pain for reward of labor

No one brought out divine crosses
Or craving ivory yet salvation
Lived in peace, with no bruises

Far beyond visible tribal marks
Two things we all had in common
Was to live and earn, as an atom.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The community

It is eternity
That binds a community
Not just you and I
That grace its sands
But the love we drop as dust.

Love is full not void
I call emptiness
A large hollow pride
Lets swallow it
And then hold hands.

Sheild your swords
Disengage your bombs
Life is our common fight
We will vanquish
If we save a life.

Not quenching lights
With shadows bright;
Life is a community
We should be its fun
Not just a borrowed life.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sick world

All but none; completes it all,
No ship in port, without support,
Peace and unity; are the imports
When love and trust; are exports.

All but none; completes it all
By the door of welcoming mat
At a broken peg; throw no coat
If it can’t wedge support.

All but none; completes it all…
The hens laid eggs; hatch by a crack
All chicks will have; its parents beaks
Be an image yours should pick.

All but none; completes it all
Life is a cycle of echoes
In a sick form, and reoccurs
With love and trust as its cure.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flight above

I took a flight from a human fright
Jetting high up there, a beer I shared

Jolly of all sort, sugar and salt
Bitter was fun with pain never done…

Here, push do not shove, from high above
But I look at earth, same shame I felt

For we crave to hate and create a fate
Closing the doors with our bad odors

Killing the fox, with the laws of false
Pretending we see, while we are blind

Outside the flight I saw no dove
But fishes in a sea, swimming in tea

The cats and the dogs, both fights the frog
While butterflies feels they are but birds

As the goats in ships disguise as sheep
The crocodiles keep shining their teeth.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Core bond

An apple is not a dragon
In a city of big Oregon…

In the absence of violence
The eyes have wide sights of oneness

Focusing in spite the hot stove
For peace and unity equals love.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Black laments

Hey negro Lego,
Never say let go…

What God has united,
Let none tear apart.

You may be a white,
No man is born snow,

Our core African rites
Forbids rapes and blows…

Dressing so sexy
Is so sweet I know

But will only get
Pants ripped you know

Beyond a black skin
And a leather race

Is an inherent
Trace of beauty faces..

Don’t be enslaved
By a self bingo

Unity is ours, we
are not a jingo.

© 2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.
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