Justice: A Dying Human Attribute and Character.

Justice: A Dying Human Attribute and Character.

Before your throne-

sons of man concourse

to seek redress and healing,

to complain, and

to exact reparation.

Daily, your temple is

inundated with pains and

complaints of every living soul

that gather to seek remediation

for a wrong or a loss.

In you humanity believes to

set straight something

crooked,

in you mankind trusts

to correct something

defective and deficient;

in you mankind relies upon

to avenge the wrong.

Deliberate or willful,

justice is delayed,

in a seeming reality,

justice is denied.

For people of noble birth-

powerful, rich, and  wealthy,

with ease they obtain justice,

for the humble and

people of little means,

every time they are told to

wait upon the Lord.

Justice! Justice! Justice!

Where are your denotative

more so, visible magnetic strings

that draw homo sapiens to you?

Where is the blindfold woman-

symbol of impartiality?

Where are the pair of scale and

sword,

symbols of equity,

fairness, and punishment?

Lustitia-where are you?

Themes-it appears-thou is

sleeping;

Dike-are you on a journey?

Justice-when you travel on

highway-the road becomes

safe for passers-by,

justice, when you serve

as sentry-equity and fairness reign

in the courtyard.

Justice-when thou sits on

judgment throne-

every one-free and slaves

become exulted.

When justice complements-

power-sun of righteousness

shines upon all;

when justice supports

wisdom,

peace and tranquility

reign supreme.

Justice-where thou be-

still sleeping? Wake up;

on a journey!

Please, return home.

Brussels: The City of Seven Gates Cry No More.

Brussels:

The City of Seven Gates Cry No More

Again senseless killing in

Brussels,

bloodshed in the heart of

Europe,

anguish in the land of seven

gates,

wailings in the pentagonal

city of Brussels.

How painful to know that

the cry is neither from

war nor defeat at war,

but wailing from

man-caused evil in  

the historic city of

Flemish, Wallonia, and

Dutch;

the city of three great

cultures,

City of Brussels.

A day of sackcloth in

Europe as-Brussels-

its un-official capital

was attacked by the

forces of evil;

a day dark brown

chocolate turned to

pool of blood.

A day Liege Belgian Waffles

refused its early morning calls

for breakfast,

a day Brussels Potato Fries

shunned frying pans and

grills;

friteries or frietkot have

nothing to serve for

breakfast.

What an atrocious day in

Brussels as beer making

equipment kits went into

sleep with no notice served,

grains, malt extracts, hops,

yeast, and sugar declared

a day of mourning;

a day of no fermentation,

filtration, and bottle corking.

A day of standstill in

Brussels,

A day Moon refused to

appear and the twinkling

stars failed to show up

in Brussels’ sky,

a day sun refused to give

its light.

Brussels-why the bloodshed?

Why did the soldiers of

darkness strike within

your gates?

Should we ask-

ISIS and its other

brethren-in-violence-

what do they want?

What is humankind offence?

Should they seek retribution

by means of violence and

blood?

Should they become a judge

and a prosecutor in their

case of sanitizing the world?

Fanatical groups around the

globe may be pushing their

luck too far,

humankind patience may be

running out on crimes against

humanity these cowards

continually perpetuate,

humankind emotion express

by cry may be waning

because of every time evil.

Now is the time to

apply all applicable brakes-

physical, emotional, mental

financial, cultural brakes-

these soldiers of evil

receive from their sponsors.

As Belgians cry and mourn

on recent attack in Brussels;

we say:

CRY No More,

GRIEVE No More, and

WEEP No MORE.

                                                 

The Homogenous Man

The Homogenous Man

Be a-twelve-foot man,

be a-three-or-four-foot-man,

be White, Black, Brown, or

Colored;

are you a man, woman, or a child?

All humans under the sun are same.

Do you live in Arctic North?

Domicile near the

Antarctica South?

Reside in sun-rise or sun-set?

With varied time zones, and

different climatic conditions

all men, yes-I say have common

needs and desires.

Profess to be a Christian?

Believe in quintet pillar of worship,

express ethical-oriented philosophy;

proclaim to be an atheist,

hold agnostic philosophical  view.

Are you a Hindu, or a Taoist?

Adherent of Shinto, or

hold no religious view;

all men have in-born urge

to worship someone supreme.

Do you drink or eat from

golden earthen vessels, or

eat from a humble bowl?

Do you eat with chopstick, or

custom made silver wares?

Perhaps, with bare hands you eat,

always fed by someone-

because of physical challenges;

the urge  to feed is common

in all men-for survival.

Class or no Class-

from poverty-stricken,

homeless, unemployed  through

manual labor of both

skilled and unskilled,

to “sandwich” or middle class, and

mighty upper class of both

“new”  or “old money”;

every living soul has three equal

gifts: time, one life, and death.

 Every human is a product of

five elements: biological, spiritual,

psychological, emotional, and cultural;

overlapping, but more so,

inter-related elements that

create individual personality.

At conception every human

lived in a three-different-shaped

uterus: grape, pawpaw, and

watermelon-

in life, homes of different sizes

humans live;

but in death, every human lives

in six feet below.

Just as each day goes in

three-equal-cycle of: morning,

afternoon, and night;

so too, every human undergoes-

a-symbolic-and-real-

three-part-cycle-of:

infancy, adulthood, and old age.

Every human comes through

a narrow door at birth,

but departs  through

a wide door in death.

Wherever man lives,

wherever woman is found

under the heaven,

Black, White, Brown, or

Colored;

mankind is same-

progeny of someone-humans  are.

Ebola: Re-emerging Black Plague?

Ebola: Re-emerging Black Plague?

Back in History:

It was October 1347,

instead of merchandise of

silk and cotton

from Asia of Black Sea region,

twelve Genoese merchant ships

delivered undesirable cargoes

of corpses;

undelectable gift and present

at Italian port of Sicily,

in the  city of Messina.

A gift that turned a curse-

a pandemic disease of

international dimension;

a bubonic disease of groin,

a pneumonic disease of lung,

more so, a flea and rodent

carrying disease,

which ravaged Europe,

destroyed Asia, and

decimated Africa.

Within ten years down

the road,

Europe had lost about

hundred million souls of

its own;

a loss that took Europe

another 150 years to recover.

Today in History:

About forty years ago,

at Nzara, Sudan and

Yambuku, Congo at

Ebola River tributary in Africa-

they told the world-five Ebola

species discovered.

Zairean Ebola virus-one of the

quintet viral carrying diseases

the most dangerous is  

like the 14^th-century-bacillus-

Yersina-Pestis-the carrier-agent of

Black Plague.

From then on,

Ebola-a-death-dealing-virus

has created a notorious

personality,

personality of affliction,

but turned to political and

economic gains around

world capitals,

by international bloodsuckers;

money before common good-

pharmaceutical industrial

complex.

Ebola a thread-like-viral-infection,

whenever in action,

it can bring a nation on

its knees,

Ebola-whenever on

pestilential throne-

it shuts down a government,

makes ships stand still at

deep sea,

crash-land jumbo-jets,

de-rails a-thousand-coach-train.

Ebola once mentioned

man becomes fearful, 

whenever Ebola sneezes,

man-wherever is catches cold.

Ebola-the cruel and tormentor-

presence leaves nothing good,

but trail of woes, anguish, cry,

and pain;

a bitter pill that leaves sour

taste in mouth for a long

time to come.

Mankind and the Future of

Ebola:

Ebola-the double-

stranded Ribonucleic Acid (RNA),

a monster that turns all

scientific solutions to naught,

a giant that makes

scientists look like Lilliputians.

Ebola fear by all,

but hated by everyone-

is now on global rampage;

it carries no passport-

freely, it enters country of

choice-

Ebola pays no fare,

yet it rides on public transport-

anytime, anywhere, any day.

Is Ebola the modern day-

Pandora of Greek mythology-

whose disobedience resulted

in evils  escaping from-

do-not-open-box in her care?

Or is EBOLA-the new

found acronym:

Everything But Our Life At

risk,

because of man’s moral

decadence, permissiveness

and lust?  

Whichever way,

pray Ebola without cure has

not come to stay,

even as Ebola made it on

list of seven world deadliest

diseases;

pray Ebola should not  join

the league of: AIDS, cancer,

diabetes, cardiovascular

diseases, and Alzheimer.

Because the world has

more than enough problems

in hand to deal  WITH.

Paris: "Fluctuat nec mergitur"; '"Tossed but no Sunk."

Paris: “Fluctuat nec mergitur”;

“Tossed but not Sunk.”

It has always been:

“see Paris and live”

today, modern Thanotos

wants it be: “see Paris and die.”

Oh! Paris the intellectual

headquarters of Europe-

city of-art, literature,

music, and culture;

what a shame!

Perses-turning off your-

Intellectual light,

giving your dolor,

wants to make you

a destructive home, and

tombstone of Europe.

What has become of

“Paradise of Europe”?

A classic city-known for  

great walls, thirty-three old and

new boulevards, twelve avenues,

and seven quais.

A rare and historic city,

identified by its un-usual

gastronomy-“bon vivant”-

connoisseur of

food and fine wines.

A leading European city,

whose 1789 revolution 

re-created Europe, shaped,

and redefined a new republic,

United States of America.

Paris-home to “Grands

Boulevards-Galleries Lafayette,

Boulevard Beaumarchais”;

why are the wicked

drawing blood from

“Boulevard du Crime-

Theatres de la Foire,

Porte Saint-Martin,

Boulevard du Temple”?

After all, these are mere

auditoria to entertain and

to make souls be joyful.

Why are the agents of

darkness staining

“Haussmannian

Boulevard” with innocent

blood?

Why making “Boulevard de

Maréchaux weep when not

necessary?

Paris-the innocent and

peaceful city of Europe,

in you-pigeons-have

found peace and dwell,

even doves have built

dovecotes for millennial;

why are workers of

lawlessness causing you

trouble,  

turning you to Golgotha?

Oh! Paris-what are your

crimes?

Why the cruelty, savagery,

and truculence against you?

Why paying your act of

benevolence and graciousness

with belligerence and

bellicosity?

Paris-city everyone

comes-in winter, summer,

autumn, and spring to pick

ideas,

just as saffron lovers go to

“Italy, Spain, and Iran”

to make date with it.

Why re-branding you

as city of death?

Why replacing your

joyful hymn  

with threnody and

coronach?

Paris-why are your haters

changing your identity of

beauty and history to

blood and violence?

Why substituting your

centuries of goodness

with evil and destruction?

Why changing your place in

history-the link between-

the past and present to the

seat of axis-of-evil?

What have you done

to warrant this carnage?

Your welcoming spirit-

the evil has temporarily

dampened,

your open heart,

the wicked has poisoned,

your large heart,

unfriendly has pierced

by sword.

Paris! Paris!! Paris!!!

Will you continue to lay on

ground for the evil to triumph?

Will you close your mind,

shut your doors because

of evils of the moment?

Never! Never!! Never!!!

Even as you wail and

curtain drops on many

innocent souls in the land,

streets, roads, boulevards,

homes, trees, walls are

stained with innocent blood;

weep not and fear no more,

but rise up for tomorrow.

Paris-today may look very

gloomy, obscure, and precarious-

for certainty, light shall come

tomorrow;

as you take solace in your

Motto:

“Fluctuat nec mergitur,” 

 “Tossed but not sunk.”

City of Eiffel Tower,

shed tears no more for

today’s cloud;

tomorrow’s sunshine shall

clear today’s darkness.

Remember: your are only

“Tossed but not sunk.”

 

Life: The Elusive Concept.

Life: The Elusive Concept.

Is life about living alone?

Or about birth, growth,

copulation, and death afterward?

Is life about making name,

goal pursuit, live one’s tall

dream, and

then fade away?

Life! Life!! Life!!!

Tell the world-who you are, and

what aptly defines you,

success, accomplishment,

failure, trouble, crisis, happiness,

joy, peace, cry, pain, anguish, and  

a journey back to grave?

Please, tell, what fittingly

describes your personality:

love, hate, peace, accommodation;

with individual make up traits-

man is yet to come to a

universally acceptable definition.

Even the big five personality

models: openness, conscientiousness,

extraversion, agreeableness, and

neuroticism-OCEAN or CANOE

acronyms-

barely explains what life is.

Life-you have become

many things to different

people;

still, I ask with tenacity of

purpose,

Life-who are you?

Where did you come from?

When did you come into

existence?

Why thou come into being?

How did you come into being?

Life is more of a mirage or

shadow that appears to be

real or factual,

but turns a play book of a

fairy tale of a pie in the sky.

Consider the blank tablet-

Mind-at birth,

which gradually turns to

a complex cuneiform-

as soon as life’s journey

begins.

Life-a journey to unknown

destination-

upon individual’s arrival;

imagine the void at birth

that turns a home-filled

experience several years after,

which may neither guarantee

success to discreet and wise

nor failure to the foolish.

Life- a metaphorical door-

that opens back and forth;

a lesson on ups-and-downs-

which begins at birth,

but ends in death.

 Do you see-life-

a long stretch of road

leading to a multiple

destinations for

different passers-by?

A lesson on-individuality-

no two journeys-even if made-

on same race lane is same.

Is life not a symbolic home of

different-size-and-shaped-rooms

occupied by different people?

A lesson that life presents

different challenges and

opportunities;

challenge by accident,

a few occurrence happen

naturally or by design,

another through opportunity

by default.

Life-like a ship at sea-

tossed by strong winds-

but determined to anchor

at shore;

does it not remind you-

most life is lived in turbulent

sea?

Just as individual weather

the-storm-of-life with

determined spirit to anchor.

Don’t you marvel at the

cyclical nature of life-

as man undergo physical growth

and spiritual re-awakening?

Just as earth revolves around it axis

resulting in rebirth, regeneration,

and growth?

Life is more of metamorphosis-

many-sided developmental changes-

consecutive or successive;

changes from things anticipated,

changes from accidents,

changes from cycles of event,

changes from cataclysmic events;

change from a failure,

change from a success.

Life-so difficult to define,

not easily discerned,

as it continues to intrigue man;

but it is certain,

when it begins at birth,

it terminates in death.

The Stings of Death.

The Stings of Death.

Death has lived with man

since man’s creation,

with force death has ruled

over mankind;

before it man trembles and

befuddles,

in its absence,

mankind discombobulate.

From sun rise to sun set,

death bears no good name,

its records and accounts

before man elicits no joy,

rather sad memories-

it relates.

Without notice death visits,

without warning it strikes,

cry, anguish, pain, and wailing-

foursome fruit it bears-

incurable open wound and

vacuum it leaves behind

after visit.

Without shame,

children it turns orphan,

without the-heart-of-a-man,

wives and mothers,

it makes widows.

Without pity and

compassion,

husbands and fathers,

it reduces to single parents.

Criminally,

families it denies loved ones,

without considering

the cost,

society it decimates.

Desirable it snatches

in their prime,

valuable trees in forest

it fells without sympathy.

With insatiable demand,

it ravages human society,

with fanatical zeal-

it sucks society dry.

In battlefields and

war zones,

death becomes

major beneficiary,

as few lives return home.

in pestilence,

in pandemic, and

during plague,

it harvests so much,

until vaults and graves

are overfilled.

In violence-death

remains joyous-

in calamity it celebrates,

in tragedy it rolls out drums,

in pain, distress, and trouble-

it felicitates.

In adversity, sorrow, and

torment,

thunderously, it claps hands;

in disaster and misfortune

cymbal, harp, flute, and trumpet

become its immediate friends.

In the day,

light it turns red or

dark;

during the night,

lunar eclipse it gives

to cast shadow upon

the earth that sons of

mankind shall not see,

but to walk and to weep

in darkness.

Death! Death!! Death!!!

Shall I cave in because of

your evil deeds?

I say: No!

Death! Death!! Death!!!

Shall I shiver because of you?

No! For conqueror, I shall be.

In face of stings you pull-

I shall never waver in my

faith-

in face of damage and

pain inflicted,

I shall bear with equanimity.

In face of setback,

you caused,

I shall never lose hope,

in face of your violent roar,

I will remain steadfast.

With certainty,

I shall conquer,

without doubt,

I shall win.

I may cry today,

be in sackcloth for a time,

cover my head in ashes,

I shall never go forever;

with passing of time

healing shall come,

pain of yesterday

shall go.

In the end,

Death-thou shall be-

silenced and put to

shame forever.

 

Lion: The King of the Jungle.

Lion: The King of the Jungle

Stately, it walks in the jungle

like a king it acts in the pride,

beaut, power, and strength are

its qualities;

yellow-brown-coats-

its unmistaken identity.

Before mane,

all shall bow to the king,

within its territory animals

maintain fearful distance,

whenever it roars-

the wild becomes

agitated and still.

The king-identify by  

deafening roar-

stronger than train

siren,

powerful than ship’s

honk at dock.

A very social animal with

superior order of hierarchy,

a nocturnal animal-sleeps

during the day-

hunts at night.

A territorial animal

that sets boundaries by

scent marking,

king that establishes

authority within domain

by its roars.

Lion-a symbol of power and

Kingship-

a synonym for beauty and

adulation;

a representation of

honor and glory.

Who dare look at

your face shall tastes

your raw power;

whoever challenges your

authority in the pride-

between your canines

its body hangs.

Anyone that questions

your authority,

judge your action, or

condemns your activity

within your territory,

by your eighteen strong

razor-sharp claws-

it undergoes eternal surgery.

Is your kingship

a man-made or

by self-imposition?

Certainly, not-

but divinely ordained.

Oh! The king,

as you set out from your

cave and rock hole today-

let everyone proclaim:

long live-

The King of the Jungle.

 

 

A lion in majestic appearance.

Industrial Revolution: Change Agent of the World.

Industrial Revolution-Change Agent of the

World.

How It Began:

Johannes Gutenberg blazed

the trail,

fired the printing revolution

salvo,

fusillade that ignited

socio-political adventure

in Europe.

Adventure that birthed

renaissance,

nurtured reformation,

hand-reared enlightenment,

finally stopped at the great-

terminus,

Europe’s Industrial Revolution

Bus Stop.

Industrial Revolution-vehicle-

that transported Europe from

agrarian society to industrial

world,

trajectory that launched

Europe from a feudal state to

a representative democracy.

Revolution that rescued

Europe from shackles of

questionable religious dogmas

to research-based-

scientific-proven matters,

previously left to the

Church to decide.

What the Few Did to

Change the World-

From hand-woven cloth,

mankind moved to spinning

machines, 

thanks to James Hargreaves’

spool thread machine that

simplified loom-for-weaving;

just as Abraham Darby’s

coke fuel method of iron casting,

made iron purification by

charcoal system obsolete.

Iron! Iron!! Iron!!!

From time long past

iron was breastwork of

economic development,

from simple household wares

to the fortified city walls, and

from military equipment to 

wagon production owed

existence to iron.

Just like old world depended on

iron for development,

same iron through

“a decarbonization process” of

mass production pioneered by

Henry Bessemer created

a new industrial world.

A world every sector

stands upon iron;

a world iron becomes

indispensable with a

commanding lead,

a world iron leads,

others follow.

Transportation sectors-

waterways, land, and

railroads-

became immediate

beneficiaries of

iron production;

steam engines from

the likes of  

Thomas NewComen,

James Watts,

and Robert Fulton

transformed

transportation beyond

human imagination;

revolution that soon

changed trans-Atlantic crossing,

invention that later changed

sea voyages.

Coach-drawn-locomotive-engine-

on-rail-track debuted,

handiworks of

George Stephenson and

Richard Trevithick;

macadam or road construction and

bridge building by John McAdam

followed as foot and pathways

gave way to highways, flyovers,

and overpasses.

Bridges over rivers to span

physical obstacles eventuated,

canal dredging by Thomas Telford

created man-made-waterway

that link rivers and seas for easy

transportation of goods and

services.

Yesterday’s Inventions:

The Joy of Today

New communication system of

message encoding to message

transfer, and decoding

radically transformed human

society;

telephone-electrical speech

transmitting  device-

enchantment from Alexander

Graham Bell,

heralded modern man that could

communicate with an out-of-sight

fellow receiver.

Like its twin sister,

telegraph took man several

steps forward,

just as “harmonic telegraphy”

another wonder from

Alexander Graham Bell,

a multi-message-transmitting device,

written-message-by-wire-system

became most outstanding change

agents of the 20^th century.

With voice-turned-

electrical-signal-medium,

the telephone and

coded-message-medium,

the telegraph,

foundation for information

technology was laid,  

mankind was just only few

decades away to conquer

the world by means of

information superhighway.

Electricity-light in homes-

light on streets and

neighborhood,

light in factories,

light in everywhere;

thanks to Thomas Alva Edison,

thank to your lamp.

Mankind little moon at night and

the little sun during the day;

Edison-your filament-designed

bulb,

the “carbonized sewing thread”

lit the world,

displaced the wick-inserted-wax-

produced-candle.

Yes, your bulb overthrown-

still and  moveable lanterns-

more so, your lamp or globe

inspired many;

not until incandescent light bulb

invented,

not until wide range bulb

sizes, volts, and output

accomplished;

tasks of several years.

Wilbur and Orville Wright-

two great brothers from

Dayton, Ohio,

the world of mankind

will ever be grateful

to your tenacity of purpose,

as you conquered airspace

by flying a suspended metal bird.

Neither will humankind forget

George Eastman in a hurry,

the man that perfected

camera obscura,

object that created images on

room walls by means of

pinhole when light reflected.

Fewer they were,

but very great were their

accomplishments,

industrial revolution

created several templates,

patterns others soon followed

to replicate and to improve

on what makes man a unique

creation.

The world of humankind may

spin in mire of greed,

gyrates in all form of

corrupt practices,

swings in hate, cause bloodshed

created partially, or wholly

through the effects of industrial

revolution.

Still world cannot dismiss the

benefits of this revolution,

neither will the world say:

it needs no more scientific

revolutions.