The Origin of Niagara Falls

The Origin of Niagara Falls

Once upon a time,
In the Land of Above,
There was a Mother and a Father,
Who ruled with tough love,

Their children went to Heaven High,
And flexed their straight As,
They would study every moment they got,
For minutes to hours to days,

Niogre was the son,
With an ugly face,
A large, brown stomach,
One who never made haste,

Nia was the daughter,
Small, weightless, with a heart,
Her parents were extremely proud,
As they considered her very smart,

But one fateful day,
A day of sorrow and woe,
Both children received B+s,
Which is not too bad, I know,

But for the proud, stern parents,
This could not happen again,
They had to teach them a lesson,
They’d committed a deadly sin,

The Father roared a mighty roar,
Lifted the many pounds,
He hefted Niogre and Nia,
And threw them through the clouds,

They fell and fell through the air,
They wish they’d given a confession,
Nia floated slowly to the ground,
But Niogre left a depression

The ground gave way to his weight,
Paving the way for a cliff,
the stones were sharp and jutted,
and the edge of the rock was stiff,

Nia and Niogre were saddened together,
In pain and in quite a daze,
their brains were disoriented,
and their vision was in a haze

But both heard the scream of their father,
it caused them both to turn,
he said, “you scum of children”
“only one of you shall return!”

“With your magical powers,
and your mighty features,
you must outdo each other,
in making magnificent creatures!”

“These creatures must live forever!
A race of success and glory,
they must have the best qualities,
that place them in this story!”

The Father’s thunder stopped,
And Niogre clutched his face,
the siblings had little time,
to create the superior race,

Niogre got to work immediately,
and used his large, misshapen hands,
he worked to create the fiercest force,
that had ever been seen in these lands,

But Nia, the clever Nia,
she thought of many things,
she eventually chose a creature of beauty,
one with a beak and a pair of wings

Both created several herds,
In their habitats,
Nia made a flock of birds,
Niogre, a horde of cats,

At first, Nia laughed,
“You think you can cross the line?
Beat my cardinals, robins, woodpeckers,
With your filthy feline?”

Niogre smiled an ugly grin,
“Imma disrupt the peace,
My lynx, cougar, and jaguar,
Are far better than your geese!”

Nia laughed in his face,
“Out of ten, you’re a four,
You should probably realize,
That our parents love me more!”

The Father heard this go on,
And his voice was hard and rocky,
“I’m not beaming up a little fool
Who has gotten far too cocky!”

And so Niogre won the battle,
Forcing Nia to her fears,
Out of her pair of eyes,
Came a river of tears

She cried and cried and cried,
Sobs, hollers, and bawls,
Her tears filled the depression
Creating Niagara Falls,

She shook and shook,
Now there was none to appease,
Her hair fell from her scalp,
And made the many trees

Out of her spite, Nia made a pledge
Her creativity was finally bloomin’,
She made a creature of grace, smarts, talent,
And called it “the glorious human”

By putting four limbs together,
She caused this sudden upheaval,
Created a race of amazing beings,
Morally good but evil,

The first tribe of Nia’s humans,
Known as the Ongui-nia-hara,
They resided on the shores,
Of the falls of Niagara

These Natives carried a rich culture,
They committed many a vice,
A common cultural custom to see,
Was their annual sacrifice

The humans eventually branched out,
Spread out far and wide,
Across the Earth they went,
There were no laws to abide,

They invented fire and weapons of death,
Corruption in every mind,
It was a rarity to find a human,
Who was morally right and kind

Nia, now Mother Nature, saw this occur,
The various inventions of tools,
The human condemned their own planet,
By burning the fossil fuels,

But in Niagara Falls,
The tribe was truly pure,
For the filth everywhere else,
Nia wasn’t quite sure,

This nefarity of humankind,
Slowly, slowly, unfurled,
Nia’s beautiful creation,
Was now the destruction of the world

And there was the origin of those lands,
The lands of Niagara Falls,
The sound of the water cascading down,
Is the sound of Nia’s calls,

She regrets the creation of human,
They lack the mind to quit,
Nia would emphasize the need,
Of life; to preserve it

The moral of this tale is,
Treat our world kindly,
Don’t be too ignorant nor too cocky,
And treat others very finely

And so ends the story,
Of what nature calls,
The origins of species,
Within Niagara Falls



Drowned in the Unknown

A poem inspired by Holocaust survivor, Lilly Black (interview).

A new lily, comely and pristine,
Youthful and truly untouched,
to observe the first of what changed her life,
Religion to her body was clutched,

She saw the people being herded like cattle,
But why? Why were they being sent away?
Doubting all answers and ideas given,
No matter what her parents would say.

And soon she too was among the “lesser”,
Which she had questioned if they truly were worse,
but they must be, all Jews and herself,
She believed the people mouthed them a curse.

Why didn’t these observers do anything?
They let these soldiers shove us around,
Caged upon trains like meat sent for transport,
as the silent watchers stared to the ground.

Drowned into the black of unknown,
Constantly doubting her only kin’s life,
Robbed of her culture before the dark set,
Her dreams were slain and flame set to her strife.

Her finger scratched, was her life to be gone?
Her sister taken, was her soul as well?
The woeful unknown enveloped her so,
The circumstance naught but a frightening hell.

For the unknowingness was horrendous,
She never knew of her fate,
or what went through other people’s minds,
or if this pain were ever sate.

By Shivang Shelat

A Poem of Righteousness

Equality sought for throughout the world,
not communism but rather race and love,
an era of blood and conflict had unfurled,
where preference shouldn’t be considered as “above”,

The river of life goes on and on,
drowning some and stifling voices,
some could be saved, some could have lived,
if others had acted on their positive choices,

Their trains of thought regarded love,
in a different direction to others,
This pushed them down and into the dark,
estranging these sisters and brothers,

different orientations and different lusts,
the rights of humankind pushed aside,
violently ravaged and deprived of musts,
The desires of people utterly denied,

Vocal chords shot, place in life gone,
if equality came, all would rejoice,
for it is us, the youth’s responsibility,
to offer the voiceless their voice.

By Shivang Shelat

School Elections

The Fantastic Fellows have demonstrated their support for a candidate within MSJHS’s secretaries through poetic format.


A spin and a body roll,
a twirl and a kick,
knock out the opposition,
with naught but a flick,

Utter devotion to what she’ll do,
every moment carefully thought through,
Up the scale, the votes for her flew,
As she vanquished her foes, pew pew!

Quite kind as well as hardworking,
not a snake, nor using a sharp fang,
open to opinion, taking all advice,
the true one and only, Emily Zhang

Running up against beautiful people,
equally as hardworking and equally as fun,
Jonas and Annie shining like a bulb,
but Emily is shining just like the sun!



Due to frequent drama, the candidate we supported was forced into  a co-secretary position with another promising fellow, Annie. Our prayers and hopes go out to those in need along with those wishing for a great junior year within the class of 2019.


No other time can compare,

To the unfathomable despair,

That is final exams week,

Where pain is at its peak,

On the first day of dread,

Many were speared dead,

And many others turned and ran,

For it was English with Boogeyman,

But it was too late,

Doomed was our fate,

As the class average was only a 50%,

And speeding downwards our grades went,

Oh, the sorrow was too great,

Our hearts beating at a fast rate,

What was to be done,

For nothing was won,

The test was so specific,

But we are not terrific,

To failure we had to acknowledge,

For we could not make it to college,

And onto the streets we had to go,

Alone and homeless, married to Jethro…

Christmas is here.

Christmas has finally arrived, and after a day of silently spearing my brother in Civilization 5, I’m here to offer some poetry to lighten up the night. By the way, I just got Germany to pay ME to attack my brother behind the scenes. Politics.

From the rise of the sun,
to stretches in the night,
Santa has risen,
offering no fright

Children run amok,
New toys in their hands,
From wooden figurines,
to some Chinese fans,

I know this Christmas was great,
nothing as I feared,
For Santa always has,
His immense, white beard

I type this poem on a computer,
Given to me by my brother,
Beloved by my furry doog,
and my father/mother!

By Shivang Shelat