Monday, August 9, 2010
CAN IT GET ANY COMPLEX
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
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.