Smoke Poem by Adeniran Joseph

SMOKE


Amidst of a thousand woman birth the flowing of seasonless  promises,
Which we hope to get at the end of a forgotten memories.

We were diverted by songs of dirges at the center of our room,
Where cobwebs becomes broken Windows,
Like we were peeping through the fence in our sleep.

If you ask me why I love to fetch water from my  finger,
I will tell they are no rooms in my room again,
The rooms we all live are filled with shattered hearts.

A broken silence.a run away peace. a question awaiting no response.
Sometimes, I do wonder why we get burnt into ashes,
While our bodies fly to the otherside of our eyes.

We see ghost running into a question,
But we still hold back to exclaimed from the riot,
Instead of giving our mouth a food by finding  our needs,
On the chest  of boys falling from the rivers of ibadan.

A boy stabbed his brotther and swallowed the night,
But he never knew nights are made of open arms,
You hide your body when its lossed the might,
What will happen when you're found naked?
Nothing is to be forcefully  covered in life.

Build your body and speculate your future,
The lines in your palm is a figure of the beginning of  war;
If you don't admit the challenges to move,
You will struggle till you fall.