Event Name 1: 08.14.04
Event Name 1: 08.30.04
Nothing is what it seems I can't imagine nothing could cause the beams To go down on 9/11. I thank God in heaven It wasn't me or my loved ones there To face such trauma To watch a plane fly so freely in the air Into a building; Causing such damage and turmoil. I can only imagine what was the cause So many blamed the Muslims Who believe in Allah. He who does not understand history Is bound to repeat it self Was this contempt, greed or wealth? Nothing is what it seems Oh what a terrible dream But I am awake watching in fear Awaking late Thinking of my dying mother I held dear. This day she went to sleep Dear Lord, her soul He will keep. From that day forward It would be remembered 2001, the 11th of September Sometimes through my own greed Often times praying to God to heed And keep my mother here. Sometimes glad she did not awake To know my heart ached For this world I did not know From what will allow me to continue to grow. All of my dreams was just that, Dreams I would combat. This day forward only God knows I enjoy to remember The 23rd of December However I would not enjoy to remember The 11th of September 2001. Nothing is what it seems Was it Osama’s dream (or our very own) For us to spend millions And kill over 1,000 American humans Or our own government at work Shoving their own dirt On the American sheep (can I use drones?) Who believe anything. Oh, America... please God keep Us safe; watching us from being taken For thinking as we should On our own instead of being petrified old woo.d I'd believe if I could, We are the god of the world When it comes to our beliefs Should I remain a sheep? Nothing is what it seems I still hold on to my dreams Osama from Afghanistan? Will we ever find the man Who if found, will be held responsible For an insensible plan But is it all that impossible A man who went to congress for money? Now that is plausible. His term had just began How inconceivable But perhaps believable He appears Like a deer... Scared, caught in the lights. Stop this plight And allow us to live our dreams ‘Cause nothing is what it seems. He peers like an idiot Please quit That's just it! He peers Stop and allow our fears To cease What about the peace? Plausible it was our own to cause this terrible thing Reminder: in America, freedom rings. Possibly it was an act To know the seat was stolen is a fact. The faithful train need to be trained The economy is in trouble Mess around and hit a triple double (watch out Korea, Iran and Iraq). Things like this has happened before How soon we forgot. Here again history is repeating itself But put those dusty books away you don't need em' Return them to the shelf Who can gamble our fate So boldly and go to Kuwait? We stand to see our own demise It's no surprise. They call it liberty The government has decided without evidence That Iraq is guilty. Comply or take the ride Have we forgotten the war in Afghanistan Or have we just scrapped the plan Aren't we spreading ourselves a bit just too thin? Picking fights The size of a small country but will we win. The battle or loose the war Remind me once again Just what are we fighting for? Peace and liberty For you or me? I didn't ask for the fight. Don't I have a right To say no? Woe! is me Asked where is my patriotism My national loyalism. Nothing is what it seems This is not my All-American dream Osama, he just like most had a momma Has taught him right from wrong At least he sings his own or new song And split Are we even equipped Looking for him or check ourselves Sheep or just simple ol’ elves? Call it what you like or the way you see it I don't want to be The one to tell the children no food, medicine or a place to stay Woe is to him that says Pro anything Eyes are wet Writing letters to the president Asking him not to bet Or stake our lives on something that isn't a sure thing yet. Nothing is what it seems! Medicine is not available to me or yours But to those who come a shore Medicine is readily available if you have the money. Now, isn't that funny, Work hard all your life Never expecting anything more only to face such strife? But asking do I dare take treat Or have a roof over my head for another week. Nothing is what it seems They have shattered all my hopes and dreams Working harder, voting too Following all the rules. Told I’m lucky Born in a system that is the best there is. Who’s to say there could have been a better one in the Africans Of Africa my forefathers were born To make a way of life Until the slave snatchers did swarm/sworn. Ironing boards, light filaments, type writing machine, pens too The advanced printing press and automatic gear shift to name a few; Invented by AA’s but hated by the KK For the color of my skin They don’t know unless they know where we've been Or where we may have stayed. We could have built a better place We could have stayed and you'd never see our face. History is repeating itself Keep your own wealth For the wealth of the wicked is stored up for the wise It is not a surprise to see your own demise. Nothing is what it seems Kill all of our dreams Nothing is what it seems! I’m not a radical, Fundamentalist or thief; I just have my own beliefs. (Nothing is what it seems.) I will keep quiet as I wait, To see America's fate. I hope I’m not here As I fear Because of my beliefs; As I say, “Nothing is what it seems." I’ve tried so hard to fulfill my own dreams. Though tired, I’m not lazy or onus, Just need to figure out a way; As I build my own safe haven; a place to stay. This is not a message of hostility or hate, Just when the horrible day comes; so soon when we face our fate. I do not hold resentment, disrespect or contempt, But I, the writer of this, wishes to remain exempt… or just nameless anonymous |
Keeba Kornered & Kaptured In Kaptivity
Nothing Is What It Seems
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My time is limited with my dear
mother.
My television is always on. Fox
News and CNN seem to be my
news critic of choice. While I
cleaned the kitchen, I watched
and listened to Colin Powell’s
speech regarding the U.S.'s
potential invasion of Iraq and
the involvement with the UN.
While I listened, pain and
anguish filled my heart, for my
mother, my family and this
Nation; the world.
Confusion lead to fear. With
little else to do, I wrote,
“Nothing is What it Seems.”
September 12, 2001
©Keeba Smith
~From the book of anthology,
"Keeba Kornered and
Kaptured in Kaptivity." © No.
71
mother.
My television is always on. Fox
News and CNN seem to be my
news critic of choice. While I
cleaned the kitchen, I watched
and listened to Colin Powell’s
speech regarding the U.S.'s
potential invasion of Iraq and
the involvement with the UN.
While I listened, pain and
anguish filled my heart, for my
mother, my family and this
Nation; the world.
Confusion lead to fear. With
little else to do, I wrote,
“Nothing is What it Seems.”
September 12, 2001
©Keeba Smith
~From the book of anthology,
"Keeba Kornered and
Kaptured in Kaptivity." © No.
71
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