THE TIME CAPSULE. Norman Smith D.
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And, like heroes they fought back.
From that they emerged a stronger nation.
Known as the United States of America.
When we were again attacked in Pearl Harbor
We, with vigor, fought back again as heroes.
And from our experience
We have grown even stronger,
And we always will.
Again on 911, when the terrorists
Struck their malicious blow.
Yes, we were badly wounded.
But they never broke our resilient spirit.
For again, from those vicious attacks
We arose a stronger nation.
Bound to survive
Again each time renewing our loyal unity,
And we are still growing stronger.
Then Now and After
As time rolls by like the water
Springing from a fountain in the earth,
Or rapidly flowing from a waterfall
One way never to return to its source.
And so likewise as living mortals
We were destined to follow the trend.
As time rolls by from birth to death
We mold our after then from the now.
For the seeds we planted in our then
Are the fruits we are reaping now,
While we spring from our fountain birth
We are rapidly growing until to the earth we fall.
Be particularly mindful of the deeds we sow,
For if they are bitter, foul, or sweet,
In time we will live to reap and eat them.
Will they disturb our palates or caress them?
The heart that has never been broken
Is a heart, neither of stone nor of steel;
It is just a heart, which gets an ample share of love.
Africa
Africa, the cradle of civilization!
From its bowels flow the great Niles.
Four thousand one hundred and sixty miles,
Three tributaries combine.
The Blue Nile, the Atbara, and the White Nile.
The father of Africa’s rivers,
The vein, through which flows the life
Of several African countries. The Nile!
Africa’s pride, spewing its contents
Through its mouth into the Mediterranean.
The valley of kings, along the banks of the Nile,
Noble, Nubian-bred, brave sons.
Africa, exhibiting the largest waterfall in the world.
The great Victoria Falls.
With fame entrusted, not self-imposed
But by visitors proclaiming it to be.
The most beautiful place on earth!
South Africa’s Victoria Falls.
Africa: Land of the mighty Mount Kilimanjaro,
With its three volcanoes, wearing its white snowcap.
Blending with the smoke expelled
From its three volcanoes back grounded
By cloudless blue sky, in infinity portrays
Africa, the land of the Sahara untamed,
But not uninhabited nor abandoned.
Plantation Seduction
For the pleasure she seeks
And the possible death he may reap
When upon her mare
Across the field she cantered
Searching for an ebony man
To quench her lustful pleasure
For life or death, the higher the stakes
The more daring a risk she takes.
For when in the fields they lay
On beds fashioned with
Cotton, hay, or dried banana leaves.
If conceived while mere pleasure she seeks,
No stripes upon his back
Can ease the disgrace from the master’s head.
And so a rope she plotted for the neck.
To do or to die, to dangle from a tree
Until they are dead.
Dare to say no to the master’s wife
Dare to attempt to preserve his life.
To say no would mean
Inviting screams of attempting to take.
And off to that wretched hanging tree
To be hanged anyway, and if she conceived
While her sinful pleasure she pursued,
Without a doubt the master’s wrath
Someone will reap.
Infant, mother, or ebony man the slave,
A grave awaiting someone, if not the lot.
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
We were cursed by the creator our father
That by our sweat we shall earn our daily bread
We wept, toiling through our bondage in Egypt
And sin, when Cain first desecrated the earth
With the innocent blood of his brother Abel.
Thus blood, sweat, and tears,
Have been with us all the way,
Constantly throughout the years,
From Eden’s garden where we first began
When man molded from clay became a living soul.
To the here and now, by his grace we stand,
While neither flight, plight, or fright
Will they cease to exist. Blood sweat and tears,
Committed until death, with us remain
And never before shall we part.
Though fears often bring with it blood and tears
And through our body flows a unique identity,
An historic chart that links us to our ancestors,
That which is known to us as our DNA
The architect and constructor of our character.
When