If Memories Are Rooms Poem by Adeniran Joseph

IF MEMORIES ARE ROOMS


If memories are rooms,
Then I will say we have made a  call to Justice,
Where we mend our broken homes,
Even though our bodies doesn't worth living.

If memories are  rooms,
Then I will say our voices won't fade away,
To the salivating  mouth of the gods,
Which will  become songs of elegy,
By distributing sorrows in different corners.

If memories are rooms,
Then we won't have boys who tore their skins, Amdist of their ignorance father's thigh,
But to live lives in a colourful rainbow,
Raining in every seasons of their lives

If memories are rooms,
Our  lips would become songs of praise,
Jumping from different river to river,
To feel the taste of sweetness.

If memories are  rooms,
Mending our tore clothes would be chanced,
As to walk into the hands of reconciliation,
In becoming echoes of our fathers' voice.

If memories are rooms,
There won't be heart broken,
Drawing the rope of fire behind two lovers,
For the chance to Start afresh will be anew,
Like fresh air dancing with the galaxies of stars.

If memories are rooms,
To

      Fall

Would

          Be
The
        Loving

 Part

           For
 The

 Room
             Await
Our
           Beginning.