Nothing Is What It Seems
Nothing Is What It Seems
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 wood
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
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
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
From the author/Writer’s comments:
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 Colin Powell’s speech regarding a potential war with Iraq and the U.S.’s involvement. While I listened, pain and anguish filled my heart, for my mother, my family and this Nation. Who am I, what can I do?
With little else to do, I wrote, "Nothing is What it Seems." September 12, 2001
©Keeba Smith
~Collection from Keeba Kornered and Kaptured in Kaptivity
From the book of anthology, "Keeba Kornered and Kaptured in Kaptivity" © No. 71
© Keeba Smith
©Keeba Smith-Hankered Writer and Feared Compressor
K Smith is an author, columnist and social issues commentator
KSmith023@yahoo.com
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 wood
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
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
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
From the author/Writer’s comments:
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 Colin Powell’s speech regarding a potential war with Iraq and the U.S.’s involvement. While I listened, pain and anguish filled my heart, for my mother, my family and this Nation. Who am I, what can I do?
With little else to do, I wrote, "Nothing is What it Seems." September 12, 2001
©Keeba Smith
~Collection from Keeba Kornered and Kaptured in Kaptivity
From the book of anthology, "Keeba Kornered and Kaptured in Kaptivity" © No. 71
© Keeba Smith
©Keeba Smith-Hankered Writer and Feared Compressor
K Smith is an author, columnist and social issues commentator
KSmith023@yahoo.com
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