CAN IT GET ANY COMPLEX

Moral Hazard is just another way of saying
Men cannot be trusted without supervision.
Not so? Even a far better prejudice,
Adverse Selection: invariably implying:
"Who the hell told you your idea is so brilliant you need that much?"

Now don't get me wrong,
The premise of this argument is based on trust
Yet the very institutions that are suppose to promote this concept
Are filled with people and schemes that violate the idealism of the word
We all have a nice way of screwing with people's heads
Whenever we visit the money man's office
Courtesy demands that that he be polite
Because he cannot say
"You are damn bloody liar, I DON'T BELIEVE YOU"
Worst of all he could say,
"I AM NOT GIVING YOU S*** LIAR"

That's rather too harsh don't you think?
So we coined a rather convenient phrase for this
We called it, Moral Hazard and Adverse Selection

MY FIGHT WITH MY WORLD

Life is transient,
This world is full of treachery

Yet I believe in the benevolent

The question still remains who to trust
In my world we believe in witchcraft, magic and sorcery

Yet I believe in the Omnipotent

The battle between good and evil ever ongoing
The greatest decision to be made is which side to belong

Yet this battle I fight is still turbulent

I am delimited by egotistical populace
By God, I had no idea to survive

Yet I press on, I am persistent

O THIS LIFE! FULL OF MISERY, FULL OF TREACHERY
I WONDER WHEN ARMAGEDDON WILL DAWN ON US

YET WE TALK SO MUCH OF HOPE, SO MUCH OF LOVE

MY FIGHT WITH MY WORLD

Life is transcient .
This world is full of treachery.

Yet I believe in the benevolent.

The question still remains who to trust,
In my world we believe in magic, witchcraft and sorcery.

Yet I believe in the Omnipotent.

The battle between good and evil is ever ongoing,

The greatest decision to be made is which side to belong to.

Yet this battle I fight is turbulent.

I am delimited by egotistical populace,

By God, I have no idea how to survive.

Yet I press on, I am persistent

O this life! O this world, full of misery, full of treachery, and yet we talk so much of love.

HAITI

When we lay down our heads

The skies above we perceived

We bowed our heads and prayed

Psalms too sweet we received

For all we had had been consumed by nature

Our heart rejoices for the songs yet unsung

Our people rejoice for the liberation yet to be unveiled

Sitting afar off, I realized how obscured hope was from us

But now, now I can see, and so do the people

Drumming and dancing shall fill our courts once more

Food, wine, and abundance shall be our portion once more

The streets shall be filled with the cries and screams of our children once more

Our mothers shall go out to the markets to buy and sell once more

Haiti, we shall be strong, we will emerge victors from all our misfortunes.