The Human Race Turbocharged
At the feet of lady liberty
In the shadow of her glory
The open ocean beacons
The pioneering spirit sets sail
From the bellow of the Titanic’s horn
From the majestic lion’s roar we’re born
Launched into outer space like a signal
Uninterrupted, this world could never hold our anchor
In her microscopic eyes lies a panoramic, telescopic view
In her universal heart a galaxy of knowledge
Of solar flares crimson as mars
Flowing in our genes of stars
A drum beat on the shore front
A desert storm warms her cold current
It is inhaled into the soul and exhaled
Music is composed from this mosaic
Our souls are fire and impossible to defuse
Burning with passion at their core
In our obsessed seven billion minds
To one hundred billion infinite dreams
On the shoulders of Armstrong
Apollo’s legacy stands strong
In the centre of the capital of the world
Painting the sky with an eye-opening dye
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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