Salt Is A Burden Being Poem by Adeniran Joseph

SALT IS A BURDEN BEING


Why do people think twice before making a sudden move by actions?

Are they not still the epitome of God's image?

Must we still pick a kinfe after the end of war,

To teach our children how to hold their shadows & cause the mark written on their lips,

Even though our names are found by the broken pen Adam left behind.

Sometimes, our bodies becomes rivers beneath the rock of a Mountain,

Flowing upside-down through the nothingness of man,

That's to tell you how life becomes a music played at the end of every dawn.

(We are about to walk with our tears)
Do you know why rivers never add to its colors

Even though the body makes a pretending changes;

From the dirt, dust, waste of humans' bodies?

I asked this same question from my mother's mother,

But she said living in a room is to understand the language of loneliness,

after becoming a little part of smoke released from a lorry,

Then we would know how rivers never
 changes into another different color only by pretending to be,

 then why do we always say the language of
 water is critically not from humans' feelings.

 Why?  

Check your mouth, there's a city named gods' own heart,

Were families are named out of misunderstanding,

For they no longer know peace as the father of war,

But war as the supreme power over peace,

Then ask me the questions of why rivers never changes colors.

& how I will tell you it's the secret of life after death.

I once told mirrors are frames of glittery imageries like the welfare words in my sister's mouth,

Anytime she flaps her tails for an attempt to speak-out,

Her shadow breaks into a good-bye gongs in abeokuta,

Like her body were made of streams, flood, rivers, and wind,

That made each humans' feelings a review of nature.