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

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